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Whose To Say
There Is a whisper In my ear that
tells me when It Is near..
It said to me quietly To meet In
the dark on the coldest night.
When I arrived It was on sight
And It began the fight.
I won and
Boasted from my tongue
It cried and wept then died.
The fires aren't burning any longer
And the waters are not parting..
When did we become so silent In are
Moments long awaited agreeing
Why did you give to me your anger
And animosity for nothing…
I was there at one time but now
The fight Is over and done with
With out me..
Or is it ?
Where were you when our sun’s
Rays burned all the potential away…
Was there any reason to pray to
Take that pain away play after play..
I wasnt reading the list In my cool
Airs breeze till the wind blew away..
They say It’s the chance of death
In just time that keeps It in motion..
Where were the guards when they cut
Off our arm’s and ate them silently...
In the back of the library
Whitest bookshelf is where
Its been hiding.
There Is where the heart has been
Every day wrapped among
The torn lettering.