"curiostiy" poems
The rubble lay out, along the broken path
And our dreams sit in dissaray
Imprisoned in a land of destruction
We manage to evade the flames
We hope one day we will be freed
For curiostiy now controlls us
In a land where the wreckage is stacked miles high
Hope is all we can hold onto
Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 9:11 AM UTC