Heavens Breaking Us Down
Imagine a dream to real to see.
A mind cast victim to the world that be.
Memories breaking, from the sky they leap.
Content with blindness through the world they seek.
Oh heavenly thought, you break us down,
giving us space of which we willfully drowned.
A fate of fact, a fact of fate, a fate that fades,
until all we have is the heavens that remain.
Copyright © Kevin Watmough | Year Posted 2011
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