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The Moment

There is so much to see

Beyond these walls you've built.

There is so much you do not know.

While you sit behind closed doors,

 

There is innocent blood being spilt.

Yet here you sit,

At your window sill

Watching the changing seasons.

 

Your heart aches to see

The outside world.

Your tears fall for all

The wrong reasons.

 

The world you seal yourself

From is filled with

Nothing but war.

All our hope seizes to exist.

 

All our will drops to the floor.

That one second of peace,

Where it feels like the

Whole world is standing still.

 

The silence of the crime

And the corruption. Peace.

It is in that spilt second,

The earth is bowing to

 

God's every will.

No matter how many

Times you long to escape

Your hidden containment,

 

Don't.

For all of your hopes

And dreams will fade

Away with time.

 

And the happiness

Only lasts for the moment.

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dakota-schmidt
German
Published
Jan 30, 2011
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