The echoes of my silence
Brush past your sorrow filled face
When old photos fix
Broken memories of kept promises
The satisfaction of good doing
Keeps us hidden
From the truthful lies,
The orange grass and
Purple clouds,
Upside down living
Is the hell of many people
That's what makes us scared,
Of dying
Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 10:53 AM UTC
The echoes of my silence
Brush past your sorrow filled face
When old photos fix
Broken memories of kept promises
The satisfaction of good doing
Keeps us hidden
From the truthful lies,
The orange grass and
Purple clouds,
Upside down living
Is the hell of many people
That's what makes us scared,
Of dying