If I lay Still in The darkness Of night I can hear the Rhythmic sound Of the clock I time in My mind The tic after the Last tock The soothing Sound of Chimes Singing in The wind Even the Churning of My stomach Making rounds The yapping of A dog far Down. The street Stillness fills The air And an angel's Sigh Waiting to. Be heard
Snow brushes off Your navy blue coat Leaving a wet Surface behind The black dog Shaking off snow Dripping ***** puddles On the floor Your shiny brown Hair With white covered specks Makes you look Momentarily old Till you towel dry the White and wet hair Let it snow let it snow Let it snow
There's ether in the cloud at the bottom of the hill. Birthdays come and go, and they seal the deal. Feelings change with the wind, but time is real. It's a thief, and it likes to steal.
So many human beings Falling through the cracks of society Parts of every generation Simply lost And as the cracks grow wider More and more fall through Falling into despair They exist Lost from the rest
And within their lives They have little of anything As others seem to have it all Naturally they grow restless Believing nothing will change And the younger angrier ones Become faithless and lawless Becoming darkly feral So many human beings Lost