Toy soldiers, in straight lines In yesterdays we left behind Childhood dreams, innocent designs Of a peace I cannot find Hidden in my mind.
Hide and seek in a cornsilk maze Kaleidoscopes of golden haze Lazy, sun-filled, summer days Where a carefree child endlessly plays In that bright land where happiness stays.
Parts of me have died, unknown Sightless eyes that cried, alone Diamonds of hope amongst grief sown Through the years in tears still shone Clay pieces, broken, though cast in stone, Prayers uttered in monotone, Flesh become as dry as bone, My soul echoing my spirit's groan, Respite, respite, comes the low moan, But Mercy upon white wings has flown Leaving me in the darkness to atone For all the sins I call my own.
two halves of a life...the one we live with reckless abandon and innocence...
the other in which we pay for the mistakes we made in the first half of life, the ones who have become cynical and all together too smart about life.
Posted 12 Years Ago
12 Years Ago
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12 Years Ago
haven't really, but if i do will let you know...or if i come across an old one that i forgot about i.. read morehaven't really, but if i do will let you know...or if i come across an old one that i forgot about i will...
A lonely soul, or a soul alone?
An unknown great, or a great unknown?
Do my words reveal, display, shout, or shield?
With what motive do I this predilection wield?
And what results will it all yie.. more..