We were buried beneath the footsteps
of generals insecurities.
Like dominos ready to fall when we
climbed the wall and fell
before our time...
But we where the steps of others
collecting behind our graves
of flesh they hid.
Ricochets flew past those
hid behind the regrets of friends silently
shielding there dreams.
Please let our steps be counted,
no matter how many never
fall to the beat of the drums..
Ours are silent, never to tread once again,
we are the fallen.
Like leaves we decay in the ground.
some buried some never to be found,
Just blossoms of white buried beneath the earth.
Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 4:42 PM UTC
We were buried beneath the footsteps
of generals insecurities.
Like dominos ready to fall when we
climbed the wall and fell
before our time...
But we where the steps of others
collecting behind our graves
of flesh they hid.
Ricochets flew past those
hid behind the regrets of friends silently
shielding there dreams.
Please let our steps be counted,
no matter how many never
fall to the beat of the drums..
Ours are silent, never to tread once again,
we are the fallen.
Like leaves we decay in the ground.
some buried some never to be found,
Just blossoms of white buried beneath the earth.
