A Song For Storms
We live
We look for strength
To go on
Day in
Days with in a song
We give
Second to our ribs
Circle of my thoughts
Where’s home
Collectors coming for my sins
I’m just as filthy as most refuted men
Whom disputed over realms of broken limbs
Sounds of an acoustic rose
Singing with in my misery
No other agony could produce these lows
The stabilization of man kind
History is only statistical values on rewind
My logic to look further than a keepers find
I hope you become the change you look to see
Giving it back for all that this
State of being has taken from me
This broken image I have awaken to be
We live
We search for strength
To go on
Days in
Days with in a song
We sing
Circles of my thoughts
I want to go home
Don’t give up on life
Don’t let it get the best of your nights
Nine children, from no two women
But one
Woman’s worth taken beneath a shaded sun
Sympathetic I cannot be
For I never really referred to her as “mom”
Your economy appears to crumbling
Why I tend to give you all
The bitter half of the songs in me
Look forward, toward tomorrows coming
For days know not where they come from
If it gets no better, allow us to breathe
Take upon the breeze with leaves
For autumn seems to strangle
Suffering from our sleeves
A New York warmth
Hidden beneath winter charms
We live
We search for strength
To go on
Days in
Days with in a song
We sing
Circles of my thoughts
I want to go home
Copyright © Jerry Golden | Year Posted 2008
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