High Hopes

Before we implode or reach cluster one What do you want from me, as you humans dry run We are Poles apart in what you and I do Marooned you will be, if you don't turn to be true I am only but a sphere, but your wearing the inside out Our futures lost for words as we enter life's drought There is time for dialogue to take it back Will it be a great day for freedom, or will we enter our black Around the table of powers we have to keep talking We had high hopes when we stooped, we may cease to stop walking It beggars belief that we are heading into strife Maybe one day we'll acknowledge, that were coming back to life http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/music-3.php