If I could,
I would call upon you
and tell you that the reasons why you are beautiful
As yellow meets black, turns night
We gaze in wonder at the city beneath the heath
As amber leaves branches, fall ever near
We crunch and repeat with our feet to the beat
As cracked hands cup coffee in shelter
We nod flick leftover shrapnel to them.
As wisened minds, ask us for guidance
We bravely seek to give the help they crave.
I would remind you that this is why life’s worth living.
I will conquer the world for you, my dear.
Apr 26, 2020
Apr 26, 2020 at 3:29 PM UTC
If I could,
I would call upon you
and tell you that the reasons why you are beautiful
As yellow meets black, turns night
We gaze in wonder at the city beneath the heath
As amber leaves branches, fall ever near
We crunch and repeat with our feet to the beat
As cracked hands cup coffee in shelter
We nod flick leftover shrapnel to them.
As wisened minds, ask us for guidance
We bravely seek to give the help they crave.
I would remind you that this is why life’s worth living.
I will conquer the world for you, my dear.
Sequel to London's Burning
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