Hollow shells
litter the sands of time
screams like bells
chiming with no rhythm or rhyme
the ghosts of what is come and past
voices mingling to loud to hear the truth
but truth always makes its self known like a cannons blast
Bringing down pain and rattling the roof
You can not hide from yourself
lies and hopes can only be worn like a mask for so long
they are not glittering gold or some kind of wealth
And with it's removal... dies hope...
Because not all are strong...
And at last... ends this futile song...














Comments
--
- I belive in Jesus Christ as my Savior. If you do too, and aren't afraid to admit it, then post this in your signature.
--
Live love laugh.. but above all create with the heart
--
- I belive in Jesus Christ as my Savior. If you do too, and aren't afraid to admit it, then post this in your signature.
Previous PageNext Page