Wednesday, February 10, 2016

nothing is over


He thinks the line is clear
He can breathe easy on his day
Standing at the balcony staring at the sky
The early morning cry blossoms in the clouds

The radiant shine in the white and blue sky
The images formed telling him why
You have a moment of rest
Nothing is over until sins are paid”

He clenches his first
Showing his face of fearlessness
I have made my marks
My dissidents I pushed them away”

But the clouds never shy away
The images formed telling him to pay
You can't get away
The sins will make you fall”

The man looks at the sky
The rolling thunder plays its drum
Hitting the echo waving in his ears
It's time to go before it's too late”


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