This House With No Door
The world spins, the heavens shine, and man wanders.
This life, under these stars, that fall like tears for the humans,
who can find no peace, in a world, that has fallen by the wayside.
If only our ragged glory, could be restored, and trade our suffering,
for long forgotten sins. For like the dawn, that pierces the night,
man has long sought, to escape this lonely world...this house with no door!
Copyright © Meru Groen | Year Posted 2016
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