Oliver Clarke

Rookie (6/1/94 / England)

It Will Be Gone - Poem by Oliver Clarke

You can press the keys and i will pick the strings,
And together girl we'll make sweet history.
I want to' save the world, but i just don’t know how,
And I’m afraid that if i throw in the towel then,
I won't be your hero, and i won't be you man,
And I don’t’ think that’s something, a girl like you can understand,
So if I get, get two tickets to ride, will u come with me and see the midnight skies.
We can go at daytime and we can go at night,
I don’t care as long as I see this near gone sight.

And when this world collapses, in on itself,
It won't be because the ice caps gunna' melt,
It will be because all the love in this world has been twisted, buried and curled.
And what we call everyday life,
Is now a waste of time because when we strife,
For greatness, and technology from beyond,
It will be gone, it will be gone.

The wind and the rain,
The sun and the cloud,
The light and the dark,
The quiet and the loud,
It will be gone, it will be gone.

And when you look back on this moment in time,
You will finally see where you were out of line.
Because I told you, time and time again,
If we don’t do something now they’ll be no time to make a mense.
I don’t mean to say, that I told you so,
But now it’s gone and our chances follow.

The wind and the rain,
The sun and the cloud,
The light and the dark,
The quiet and the loud,
It will be gone, it will be gone.
It’s gone.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 10, 2008



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