reaching in
each dawn which risessinging its tourchered song
i open my eyes
to the circus of fears-
what can i say, who
could help me, right my wrongs
i reach out to touch
then i find out nothings' here...
oh Lord- dear God
to you all might be
i ask in prayer
'bout a desease free world-
if you two are
so strong, where did you flee
not that i disbelieve
tomorrow will be a warm not cold world.
Love, war, greed
and pain- each day begins
no matter how dim
each clue leads me forseeing-
i smile, you sigh
i cry, you laugh, who sins
is it me ?! you !?
are we becoming blind, with "desease"-
Chrisjan
Please login or register
You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
Login or Registerleave comments/feedback and rate this poem.