Do you hear that lonesome wind
calling you back home again
thinking back to all those times
of stories your dreams told
and can you read between the lines
of a memory you know so well
do you find you keep on walking down
that same old road
between Heaven and Hell
where in your hands you hold
all the tears that fell
trying to forget all you remember
telling yourself nothing last forever
just to keep both feet on the ground
do you see the lights that glimmer
outside a heart that's broken
trying to see through darkened glass
that's fading in a distant past
and you can't get back
do you feel your soul turning black
as your love turns to hate
telling yourself now it's too late
when Angels no longer come around
Spiritwind ©2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
..........an intriguing piece, I enjoyed this :) ★