The Curse

SARAJEVO the curse The shadows have been cast our way both dark and bleak and black and gray to play upon each foolish mind no one can reach or ever find where we have been and where we'll stay in search of truth that is not there although we feel it everywhere illusive as our last nights dream where nothing's quite as it would seem and so we only sit and stare out dirty windows to our cold and world of death not growing old nor recognizing truth flows by down in our River, where we die it's all our story, never told. Some try to make some sense of it the love we've known still hurts a bit though time has eased the flowing tears our pain goes on for years and years and we will not get over it. © Ron Arbuthnot