John Don

Walls

i grieve to see a face so sad
jagged edges on a mountain cliff
r u really happy?
r u really sad?
the wind blew off your hair
it did not flow, its dead
an angelic face, innocent eyes
so pure yet you know things
i want to see you cry
like a new born baby
i want to see you smile
a smile that will make me cry
u walk on roses before
now u walk on concrete =(
dreams and oceans you hold
hold it tight
put it in a box
we are longing to have u back
desperation
reach for us
and will climb mountains
and swim the 7 seas
well walk on ...