Falling Leaves on The Desert Trees
Missiles are a flying
many are dying;
Oh, you can hear the crying,
where Syrian fights each other
more bloodshed is on their beds,
some say they are of the brave master
they **** for hate of their own fate,
some hangs on for the given of love,
Oh, the tears and the years that are falling
children’s have no hope
to obey what their hearts hold.
hear the scope
life has taken a loop
that keeps everyone so confused,
their stories are written in the sand
where the evil ones stand
making more sins;
hope and love has been lost
the cries of the innocent ones
are long gone;
wide range of ego strength
gives a helping hand;
where reality makes its way in,
by noon more will be dives,
wings of darkness
makes more bloodshed;
the minds of the broken hearted
are in a civil war;
where love ones
are now in the desert rose gardens;
God Jehovah and Jesus our Lord
knows the path of the innocent ones,
the sky is the outlet of grey
where many has lost their faith,
where courage and love needs to be.
where the spirit of love can run free,
Oh, souls of doubt make a sought,
where vulnerability stands near
holding on to more fear;
tears are falling on bending knees
where words of forgiveness
are being writing in the blood stain sand,
rewards will come when the war is all done,
where peace and love someday will return,
where the desert trees will sprout leaves
of all the lives that has been taken
where true love will be in the making,
words of truth will hover over the souls
that had once walked on the sand long ago,
the sun will shine in one’s life
don’t be surprise God will help save lives,
in vague shadow of a blazing night,
where the rose garden will have bloomed
with the young and the old,
their story has been written
in a world of testing of the forbidden.
But them vex souls will be taken.
But never let your love be shaken.
Please forgive the eyes that sees
Please forgive the anonymous stories
Of the desert leaves;
Where the innocent blood is pouring
Out like the sea.
Poetic Judy Emery © 2017
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 2:06 PM UTC
Falling Leaves on The Desert Trees
Missiles are a flying
many are dying;
Oh, you can hear the crying,
where Syrian fights each other
more bloodshed is on their beds,
some say they are of the brave master
they **** for hate of their own fate,
some hangs on for the given of love,
Oh, the tears and the years that are falling
children’s have no hope
to obey what their hearts hold.
hear the scope
life has taken a loop
that keeps everyone so confused,
their stories are written in the sand
where the evil ones stand
making more sins;
hope and love has been lost
the cries of the innocent ones
are long gone;
wide range of ego strength
gives a helping hand;
where reality makes its way in,
by noon more will be dives,
wings of darkness
makes more bloodshed;
the minds of the broken hearted
are in a civil war;
where love ones
are now in the desert rose gardens;
God Jehovah and Jesus our Lord
knows the path of the innocent ones,
the sky is the outlet of grey
where many has lost their faith,
where courage and love needs to be.
where the spirit of love can run free,
Oh, souls of doubt make a sought,
where vulnerability stands near
holding on to more fear;
tears are falling on bending knees
where words of forgiveness
are being writing in the blood stain sand,
rewards will come when the war is all done,
where peace and love someday will return,
where the desert trees will sprout leaves
of all the lives that has been taken
where true love will be in the making,
words of truth will hover over the souls
that had once walked on the sand long ago,
the sun will shine in one’s life
don’t be surprise God will help save lives,
in vague shadow of a blazing night,
where the rose garden will have bloomed
with the young and the old,
their story has been written
in a world of testing of the forbidden.
But them vex souls will be taken.
But never let your love be shaken.
Please forgive the eyes that sees
Please forgive the anonymous stories
Of the desert leaves;
Where the innocent blood is pouring
Out like the sea.
Poetic Judy Emery © 2017
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
The Queen Of Darken Dreams
