Tomorrow?
And to the calm, forgiven winds
Weep the rains of tomorrow
Sing your song to god and spill your sorrow
tear the steady axis of traveled day
To the melting, happy masses
I will only whisper a silent chant
resting in the shadows of ancient hands
dream of the exit of despair, an exit I know that shan't appear
To the kisses I dream about
You elude me great
Force me into the cold where I form my hate
My eyes welled with blood, my heart flooded with silence
Songs of great hope switch to whispers from hell
The days take my soul, leave my body to shell
Copyright © Winter Wallace | Year Posted 2010
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