The hands
the hands that are yours and mine are the hands that fall every time, the earth that we live on is a place which soon will die,
     the water that flows to drink is dry, as the air we breath is cover in fog,
  life as we once knew seam to no long be free, the moon that shine in the mist of night,
  is fighting to even come out at night, the sun is burning hotter everyday and there seams not to be no more rain,
  just like the desert  that so so far from the sky,
  so are the arms that once held me tight, the rivers that has the clears spring of all,
  there lies the rocks so dark and cold many many miles away, the mountains from
   a mist that so gray the earth began to shakes as I watch the cities go up in flames,
   the yelling that is so deep hurt my ears till I bleed,
   bit by bit peace by peace those things that once was there,
     seams to drift  away, my mind is hear wounding why every thing is a blur, with these thought
and question that are to blind to see, trying to fight the voice that are in my mind,
  but not know where to hide under it all, I seam to find my hands that is yours and mine,
  fading in the darkness slipping away,
    trying not to let go but theres no way,
     then the power or the earths wind blows like the oceans wives hi and powerful until it reach its  end,
     trying to hold on but know this is good buy its to late in for one last call, off in the wind we find out self floating all alone
                                  baby cakes 2016/8/31