I wander through life
like an arrow shot from a god's bow.
Penetrating the dark,
stealing the night away.
Like a thief.
This cold brilliance is my mind.
This unfettered heart is my soul.
Awake, to the tragedy outside my door.
Pained, hungry, hopeless hearts surround me.
All I have to offer is my voice.
My words.
In a futile hopefulness.
Wishing it all away.
Do you see the tears raining down like a summers storm?
The flood of sorrow that surrounds these souls..?
Are you blind?
Dec 16, 2011
Dec 16, 2011 at 3:53 PM UTC
I wander through life
like an arrow shot from a god's bow.
Penetrating the dark,
stealing the night away.
Like a thief.
This cold brilliance is my mind.
This unfettered heart is my soul.
Awake, to the tragedy outside my door.
Pained, hungry, hopeless hearts surround me.
All I have to offer is my voice.
My words.
In a futile hopefulness.
Wishing it all away.
Do you see the tears raining down like a summers storm?
The flood of sorrow that surrounds these souls..?
Are you blind?
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