Eli Moon Poet Ballad

Two Thousand and Eight

two thousand and eight
of years that passed by
humans and animals
are living under the same blue sky

and my seventeen years
will come to an end
reaching a mark of eighteen
its a cycle all over again

so i take my hope and crush it open
i take my courage and force it out
with no where to see, or no where to go
only my voice, i will still shout it out loud.

because its not over, nor is it an end
we do still see us, and our lives
because we are still standing here and then
we'll only move forward, 
and forward, we began to survive.

no turning back
no looking around
there is no whispers of hope
but there is a sound

so we follow these steps
and we seek a treasure
a treasure of peace
of peace, it'll bring us happiness

there's no giving up 
no tears of despair
hush, don't cry now
don't you dare.

we're still here
and we're still strong
we're still alive
in places we all belong


don't get lost
just hear this cry.
two thousand and eight
of years had just gone by.

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Skat A January 19, 2016 at 12:35 PM ELI MOON, I really enjoyed this poem thanks for sharing **SKAT**

Joel Lee January 30, 2013 at 5:20 AM Kind of sad to see that u have stopped posting since years back... i do hope however you are still writing... been a pleasure reading some of your works this day. And as a fellow singaporean... i wish u all the best :)