Eric Cockrell


Fogging Up The Windows - Poem by Eric Cockrell

the sound of a small child crying
hungry in the night
of a young woman sleepless
waiting for daylight
the sound of church bells ringing
not too far away
the sound of an old man dying
remembering how to pray

the sound of two hearts breaking
a thousand miles apart
of the last tear a fallin'
unseen in the dark
the sound of lifetimes wasted
of a love that didnt last
the sound of memories forgotten
of a time already past

can you hear?
can you hear?
a lone tree a fallin'
a hoot owl callin'

life and death, a lover's breath
fogging up the windows
of an empty room...
fogging up the windows
of an empty room...

the sound of the nails driven
into His screaming hands
the sound of salvation
entrusted to a man
the sound of bodies falling
of buildings swept by flame
the sound of different voices
whose souls are the same

can you hear?
can you hear?
a lone tree a fallin'
a hoot owl callin'

life and death, a lover's breath
fogging up the windows
of an empty room...
fogging up the windows
of an empty room....

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Comments about Fogging Up The Windows by Eric Cockrell

  • Gold Star - 14,700 Points * Sunprincess * (10/2/2012 8:19:00 AM)

    a brilliant write with alot of imagery..thought provoking,
    very happy we had the single man
    who is entrusted with salvation.: excellent write. :) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, July 1, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, August 10, 2011


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