Deep within this heart of mine,
drowning in the sands of time,
searching for a sacred sign,
dreaming of a world sublime.
Deep within the heart of me,
thoughts i cannot truly see,
dreams that cannot ever be,
chains that will not set me free.
Deep within this heart of mine,
wising i could draw the line,
tiring of the endless climb,
crying for the final time.
May 18, 2010
May 18, 2010 at 1:08 AM UTC
Deep within this heart of mine,
drowning in the sands of time,
searching for a sacred sign,
dreaming of a world sublime.
Deep within the heart of me,
thoughts i cannot truly see,
dreams that cannot ever be,
chains that will not set me free.
Deep within this heart of mine,
wising i could draw the line,
tiring of the endless climb,
crying for the final time.
Nekatu Poetry © Arik Fletcher
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