Tears of a Forsaken Orphan
In the night within the silent darkness
Cried a fallen angel,
From the waves of the wind soaring from afar
There he rose from the ground below; hopelessly.
Known to him was only pain,
As he came from beyond the borders of sadness
Still dared fear, thence uttering of patience,
He became the sole beneficiary of his faith,
Carrying his dreams on his dropped shoulders
Evidently, his were the tears of a forsaken orphan.
He derived from a land of broken dreams
Riding on the horns of hopes all demised
Hoping to be a trustee of your ears
As he fears your heart already despises him
Unknown to thee, has he a strength greater for his frame
Thus he refused to carry himself pitifully
Through the strife he dragged his feet
And lonely cold nights hardened his skin
So you listen to these eastern winds blow, and hear the echo,
Of those distant cries as he sheds tears of a forsaken orphan.
Deprived as he is; the protector of his dreams
He who isn't here to live for centuries
Just a mark of his own is all he needs
A stain of good fortune that he seek to leave
In the memories of those who follow him
Spoken in tones. notes on a board
Nay! not his name in shining lights
He beseeches you for a silent place to weep
Those sentiments in his head, in tones that might not soothe
For they will be the last tears of a forsaken orphan.
Copyright © Deegee Anarka | Year Posted 2015
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