Days
The Days Are Dark
We Walk And Walk And Leave Our Mark;
The Days Are Cold
But The Truth Will Soon Unfold.
Night And Day We Wonder
Just Listening To The Thunder;
Wondering Who We Are
While Watching From Afar.
As The Days Go By
We Ask Ourselves, "Why?"
Following The Rules When We Could Be Free...
I Just Want To Be Me.
The Change In Days Are Coming
I Can Hear The Drummers Drumming;
The Sunrise Has Begun
The New Day Is Sweet And Young.
Copyright © Cheylynn Riley | Year Posted 2015
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