Wondrous words, wailing…Wasting.
While warfare, wanders…Winning.Pulled across my ceiling’s floor,
Groaning like Ahab’s pale prize.
Driving my thoughts to exit door,
Praying one day we will rise.But will we ever learn?
Wondrous words, wailing…Wasting.
While warfare, wanders…Winning.Pulled across my ceiling’s floor,
Groaning like Ahab’s pale prize.
Driving my thoughts to exit door,
Praying one day we will rise.But will we ever learn?