finally the wind is without a
voice.
It is tired of humming this dead
boys tune.
Pale within my own skin.
I used to love having so much to
loose.
Close your eyes, dream of me just as
i dreamed of you.
Open it to find everything in ruins.
Sober serene tunes..
Evergreen tales.
Father, did u ever read what i
wrote you?.
Hidden beneath that old grey
shelf.
Did u ever listen to what i told u?.
Under that old num tree?.
Did u ever listen to the song the
wind sang?.
Close to those mountains?.
Did u ever let in what the world
said?
The poet and the swaying blade.
The distant gossips and the
deafening sighs.
Have u ever thought this world as
a dream.
Many mistakes seems
uncorrected.
Are u the martyr? Are u the saint?.
Are u God?, Are u an Angel?.
How blind can u be, cant u see.
I choose the long road but will u
wait?
Through these waves, Through
Aragons trail.
A sinners gift to that princess of
lust.
His coins an open gift.
Can u blindfold the blind?.
Can u sing to the deaf?
Can u tell the lost to find his way?
Or preach to the preacher to
preach what is right?
A friendly hangman and his noose
around a frayed heart.
Eternity torn apart.
As the priest yells "MAY GOD HAVE
MERCY ON HIS SOUL"
are u God? Aren't u just like us?
Death toll now the funeral bells.
And the hymn for the dead.
A song for the lost one.
Now he is free, Swimming in the
sea of souls.
Home-bound he is, to heaven or
hell I know not"
Written By: PRESIUS RUKEYSXZ DRE
Posted By: Moses S. Rotimi
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