We Are Gone
Men are gone
Words wounded
Tears outgrown
Babies dis flowered
Strength shaken
We are gone astray
We are wounded
We are not all well
We bleed, we scream
Yet no one hears us
Roses turned to brown
I wont go there
I wont go- i wont go
We are lost in the dust
Yesterday was better
Today it becomes worst
And we complain not
It seems like we are
left in the midst of confusion
We are gone- we are gone.
Copyright © John Chizoba Vincent | Year Posted 2015
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