Are you my friend,
Or are you caught up in society?
Do you hang,
Or do you fall under pressure?
For my love is a solstice
That springs in the air,
I hope you fall for me...
And summer joys
Ring in my head
Two hearts, two loves, one war
I find my space here in America
Yet America's rose has many thorns
She screams for a freedom to be free
As her eyes bloom in unison
For she sees more
Than the eyes can see
Behold the destruction that becomes us
As fireworks die on the scene
W
A
R
W A R...what are we waiting for?
Sweet nights like this come at ease
For I am a library on the hill
But where are my books?
W
A
R
W A R...can we even the score?
I want love to be free
at all ease,
The trees are me
And I am the trees
Aging gracefully
And evermore;
For we are the hearts of war
Beautifully scorned in America
For America is a country
that's at war...
Mentally I am inclined
Let us climb the mountain
of love
W
A
R
W A R...what are we waiting for?
- Author: Soul Baby (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 1st, 2024 00:27
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 3
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