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The Last Word is Share


I’ve seen too much,

With that skyline in mind

Tears fall, while lights flicker

The distance,

Always further it always seems.

You can hears sounds

But no one your screams

You don’t sound like you

As desires bends Fate,

Refuses to make amends, Wait

For the answers within tote Hate

The songs of the voices

The byproduct of Trust.

Airport flights, City nights, Suburb lights

Perfection beckons with sight,

The Child People sleep well despite

Truth standing tall - bringing plight

The sky castle feeling its might

For the world is lonely

When there’s no one,

Life, no one to share.

 

 

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