1 jul. 2009


Sharing a walk with the street

Great sorrow in my surroundings

Poverty at my feet

Making me see the warnings

The Earths soul is slowly dying

I can’t hear its inner fire growling

Making a hole in my heart

Piercing my ears with great art

Filled with sorrow

Waiting for the morrow

Filled with greave

Not knowing if the world will heave

All the wrong being done

Has made me shift realities

I wish it were all gone

Wish it were a mere illusion

By Alexa Honey

1 comentario:

Sara dijo...

I feel the same way. Wow, you explain things so well.