2012
'tis a tear I see,
falling so slowly down the cheek of destiny.
How fragile are we,
sliding across the arrogant faces of tyranny.
Mercy mercy me, living in a world of wanta bes.
Shame is festering like a boil,
2012 is lancing thy soul.
It's not from the heavens an asteroid collides,
it's not an earth quake that our spirits divide.
But the time has arisen for our denials to untie,
loosening the grip from our mortal lies.
Wings, curving wings, upon winds
of truth, where have we flown from the innocence of our youth?
As we await on high ground for the destruction of the sea to rise,
Mercy mercy me,
as I look into thine eyes.
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Beautifully written and words ring so true.
Mary
Blessings,
Christine