Hope

almostdead

Hope where can I find you

I look to find nothing 

I open my ears only too hear silence 

I touch the sky only to fall back down 

Hope where are you

It's hard to drive without a road

Simplicity has became a foul language

Too little has fallen to nothing

Too much  only to become too little 

Hope are you here for me

So many things to be done

I wake and hear the sounds of drums.

 

  • Author: almostdead (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 28th, 2016 15:29
  • Category: Unclassified
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