Hidden
The innocent child still crying,
That you nailed up on your wall,
Her tears are freely flowing,
As the autumn leaves do fall.
The wind of time still blowing,
Across the lonely way,
As the soldiers march to battle,
On this bright and sunny day.
I couldn't get the words,
To leave my knotted throat,
I couldn't get my loved ones,
To leave the sinking boat.
I couldn't think the thoughts,
That could protect me from the light,
Couldn't see your beauty,
Hidden in my night.
And now the end is coming,
Riding on the wind,
To blow away illusions,
To blow up everything.
The riders horse is thunder,
The swords are flashing high,
As the angels of destruction
Fall from the darken sky.
A million times I told you,
Whispered in your ear,
A million blessing hidden,
Behind the demons of your fears.
The innocent lamb is bleeding,
As the lightening flashes by,
The autumn leaves still falling,
From the sadness in your eye.
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Copyright © Ness Tillson | Year Posted 2013
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