The
heavy loads
Dragging
along the corridor
The
sound echoes through
The
spirits of the lost souls
There
is no word
The
wind chimes its way
Searching
for a truth
Of
why there is no straight line
The
cross line of pink
The
directions down the pit
Of
a time of darkness fall
The
sound of searching souls
The
bad deeds fall
The
long dark shadow on the corridor
Waiting
for the opportunity
Where
bad people will be caged
As
one stands in silence
Holding
the moment to listen
The
wind will be whirring along
The
sound of searching souls
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