Highway cross mark the loss Just old enough to shave hurting
From the little altar they’re on the stay Pain of living just sadly slipped away Kept to the fury eerie space called time
Fields of life hold markers glowing in sunlight Freedom cost so much I miss my friend
She said that I was different That I'd understand but I didn’t Sea took them one from all left How can this be a sad tragedy
They say that the time is near at hand and I cry for all that are bonded here
Curtain red fell in the heat of day All to the God of time they did pray A vision of greatness passed away
Shadow on a stone lift me to see willows crying in the field of dreams
He said that I was the one who fell Anger screams in the sounds of hell Voices on the deity clams a soul again Explosion takes many to the gate my friend
Only vision lingers in the pale light fear at every turn point and fire
From the little altar sacrifice given free Watch the earth leader church war decree takes from me a sound leaving inside mine
Take old rules in view of a day where win dies no cruelty-administered day is now a battle forever
Man said it is but a matter of faith and hope as he scraped the power from the blade his dope Every angel pulls a cord sending the fool south as he peals the bell chimes in the mind ‘s mouth
Brush of life paints the image no place too ever rest hero sleeps in the crest of a wave dancing forget
Curtain red fell in the heat of day All to the God of time they did pray A vision of greatness passed away
Lord manages the book and who are you to judge These were the all of me a reason of being
Cold is her bed last dying words to be said came from the a small stand he is now dead Flames lick their heals more than just crime
Ashes to ashes and what is left to see and feel ideals skip the sand through the glass last time
From the hills and the valley rest in the plain War seeks souls and death in field and street Mothers and children all cry for the fathers Not years of sorrow or even hours generations
My piece my plot my rest for ash and rest Eight long four wide six deep cast of stone
From the little altar they’re on the stay Pain of living just sadly slipped away Kept to the fury eerie space called time
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Your pen get more powerful everytime I read you!!
Well done!!
Love Tinka