The Darkest Final Cross And Promises Poem by Sharron Stephenson

To guide the racing pulse to the highest,
Peak of the words that puts a smile,
On the lonley cring soul.
To rewind the moment back, to the second beat,
of the hasty heart. Remember the number of,
The nations call.

The rainbow clouds of human to human,
Date of crying eyes,
Walk the pace to the longest river of tempered,
Love and broken promises,

A treat a cuddle of the dangerous pull,
Life to life, lights the darkest hood.

My cross your cross we have to bare,
The power control, of the waves of now and,
Yesterday.
Pole the constitution of punches and buses,
Hear the scars of wars gone by,
Guns and prayers of churches and clubs,

A dance the nightmare swing,
The ring the wrong romance,
Now the price of hit and miss, keeps the,
Sinners wishes hidden down the tunnel,
of hate and death.

Nighttime skies,
Morning sun,
Heaven and hell,
Tahes the earth round and round the final,
Song