Monday, February 24, 2014

the sweet lamb


borrowed myownsweetthyme.com



The sweet lamb
On the road to a rough battle
On the rocky hill
In the hot sun

The hot breezes
She feels the heat
The sweet lamb
She has no choice

Putting up a front
The promises of her party
The party leaders can't hold it
The ringing bell they yearn to hear

Now the crumbling rocks
She can't run she can't hide
She is routed eyes wide open
The voice hardly sound

In a short while
The roasted lamb
On the tumbling rocks
Yesterday remembered


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