Time

Rested worn a ripened apple
Slung around in rounds
Braced a tackle, that is our life
And if they fight
Then we must fight
Open wounds, their sword to my knife
Hum passe constitutional chords averse to our rights
This only fuels more to the trife
The poor do realize
Your war is their pie
Underscored in red line
And it's why
We see off in the distance
A must in these eyes
It's passed us
Yet steady he mines,
Digging deeper in a field of old times
And I've been up late nights 

through tunnels, meadows

Me you vigilantes close to heights

Reviews

[Nariko]

It's always a never-ending battle in life against time

[Stacy Purvis]

I really like this. It's like two warriors against the world.
We all face battles, don't we?
Thank you for sharing.

[Ty]

A never ending tug of war. The good will rise. I really appreciate you stopping by.

[Stacy Purvis]

The good will rise, sweetheart. Just have faith.