Lyretry

 

With truth and wonder
The lightning and blooming thunder
Become the beginning
A force unrelenting

 
For you have this at hand
If you are willing to stand
My heart is lost
Because I never forgot

 
You have but one chance
So forgiving your glance
I feel the words form
From them, I am born

 
To this day I can see
In the night I will be
The one you let go
These are the scars that show

 

 
I fell from the skies
To overcome your lies
Now I walk alone
With what you have shown

About G.Edward Smith

A stranger in a strange land...
This entry was posted in Lyretry and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.