Bable

at this hour let it ring true he who sits and waits is the fool a coward cries unto none the fearless seek forbidden fun, the heart that bleeds for love screams in anger to the lord above he who reconciles with the way things should be never learns to be free words tossed to paper never making sense fall to those who see ignorance speak to soon a thought not though through easy to judge another harder to call him your brother in the years that past it's words that last. nothing to write but wanted to dumb lines I wrote for I have nothing new.