Comments about Hope Ramone
It’s 2 A.M.,
I lie here awake,
I try to figure out my latest mistake,
‘Cause it’s eating away at my heart.
We walked into the room,
Silent stares writing in stone,
They all stand against the wall one by one,
Still writing the interpretation not left alone.
But that’s all right,
What they do as their eyes pierce my skin,
It doesn’t change sight,
‘Cause I know it’s not me living in that dark sin.
They saw at me as an outcast,
The black against the white,
They all dwell on upon the past,
The future is what they tend to lose ...