06/23/14
A whisper fades on the evening wind along with the hope of tomorrows friend Yet there is a
ring ring the final day is done ring ring time is up ring ring
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
I have a word of advice for any body young or old keep your heart
Have you ever had your heart torn in two You don’t even know if the pieces
He sits on a hill of bodies and wonders why has this become his hated fate To take the life
the wind howls as the water churns and we are tempest tossed in this raging storm the men work hard
Who am i to you? Am i boy or girl? Am i life
I’m sitting on a hill staring at a city that I never loved A life I could
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve
Have you ever seen the gleaming wight teeth floating by your head Or the glowing red eyes underneath your bed
fists flying we’re in fisticuffs and there’s no stopping it i stepped in out of place to take
The time passes by with the anquish of tears The pain and sarrow are
Don’t hide me from the rain Don’t hide me from the pain i still hear
How can I go three days Depressed and barely eating But he doesn’t even notice Tortured in my dreams By visions of the past