Irony is painting a sun
While a rainstorm erupts in your mind
With drops searing the page.
Irony is bleeding knuckles
On hands held in prayer
Pleading for peaceful end
To the war with only one soldier.
Irony is lying in front of the moving mountain
To save the soul of the cries that shook it.
Irony is having to hurt
In order to heal.
Apr 14, 2019
Apr 14, 2019 at 11:57 PM UTC
Irony is painting a sun
While a rainstorm erupts in your mind
With drops searing the page.
Irony is bleeding knuckles
On hands held in prayer
Pleading for peaceful end
To the war with only one soldier.
Irony is lying in front of the moving mountain
To save the soul of the cries that shook it.
Irony is having to hurt
In order to heal.
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