Morning Star
The birds still sing, but lost without hope.The sky still shines, but without tears.
The rain still comes with thunder,but without faith.
Down on bending knee I pray for the one that couldn't
walk.
Down on my praying knees, for the one that can't give us
wisdom from the balcony above.
Our spirits soar to the heavens, our souls reach out to them
from earths rain.
Our hearts cry in mourning, our minds will always hold them dear
to our weeping hearts.
Our hearts will always remeber them.
Our souls will never forget them.
Bow our heads for a few, give them praise and glory, for their brave
souls.
Poetry by wbluerose02
Read 651 times
Written on 2005-10-29 at 17:41
Tags Love 
Save as a bookmark (requires login)
Write a comment (requires login)
Send as email (requires login)
Print text
Zoya Zaidi |
Texts |
by wbluerose02Latest textsIs It RealHere Without You One Voice Heard Lust Axe |
Increase font
Decrease