When soft hearts are broken,
All lovely Moments are wreck-on
When the wind never blows,
the dark rain clouds glows.
When thunder can’t be heard,
the sun takes its sword
When angels do not sing
I sleep on the devils wing
When life cannot be lived,
death may be unbelieved
When truth turns to be lie,
the fake becomes so alive
The clock shows wrong time,
wounds never heal on time
When pain does not hurt,
and enemies never avert
When rainbows have no color,
sky becomes ***** and ******
when wrong seems to be right.
the right will never come to light.
Williamsji Maveli
Jul 9, 2012
Jul 9, 2012 at 8:46 PM UTC
When soft hearts are broken,
All lovely Moments are wreck-on
When the wind never blows,
the dark rain clouds glows.
When thunder can’t be heard,
the sun takes its sword
When angels do not sing
I sleep on the devils wing
When life cannot be lived,
death may be unbelieved
When truth turns to be lie,
the fake becomes so alive
The clock shows wrong time,
wounds never heal on time
When pain does not hurt,
and enemies never avert
When rainbows have no color,
sky becomes ***** and ******
when wrong seems to be right.
the right will never come to light.
Williamsji Maveli
www.williamsgeorge.com
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www.williamsji.com
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