Friday, June 15, 2007
Remembering
Somedays when I wake up I see the blue skiesI see the cold rain Some nights when I go to sleep I see the ashes burning to the candles end I see the flames go out I see the dark come in.these are the walls that are my prision ever growing tighter pulling in.When I look up to the sky I see the only thing the salvation that lies betweenYou know what all I've lost is gone Whatever I have found is done I search the skies again to see the one who pulls me in I find whatever I have lost is gone.Every day when I wake up I see what Ive been given I hope to make the best of it. Every night when I go to bed I look at days gone by and I see the mistakes and flaws within.I strive for better I strive for worse I can not find the between I know what I can do is all that you can ever expect from me.When I look up to the sky I see the only thing the salvation that lies betweenYou know what all I've lost is gone Whatever I have found is done I search the skies again to see the one who pulls me in Each day I see the sun rise again sometimes hidden sometimes closed in I see the sun it remebers me I know that it is all I will see. I find these walls closing in pulling closer holding me in. When I fear the dam is about to break I fall to you for all our sake I know that you will be my strength. When I look up to the sky I see the only thing the salvation that lies betweenYou know what all I've lost is gone Whatever I have found is done I search the skies again to see the one who pulls me in Some days I wake up and I see that its one more day to say goodbye to you my strenght is gone I see your eyes pulling away drowning insideSome nights I go to sleep finding you in my dreams always to keep I know you will be there for me even though I can not come back for you.I will wait on the other side no matter the time the place shall be the only one. I will be there for you my own blood you are my brother we are one.
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2 comments:
I love this. I write poetry too but never anything so great. It's really expressive and yours is truely that.
often I wonder what happened to everyone from my past
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