The
darkest hour in the mind
The
whispering of the bad
It
makes the sound eerie in the ears
Listening
to the howling wind
The
dark shadows move
The
walk of silence
Once
they seem to float along
Touching
the imperata arundina lea*
The
darkest hour in the mind
The
sound of thundering hooves
It
makes it worst when it is silence
The
cry in the wilderness but no response
It's
only the golden light
Capturing
the darkness into its embrace
Leaving
traces of guarded lights
It
breathes easy when the eyes can see
It's
only the truth will make us free
Don't
blame every one but ourselves
We
live in the darkest hour in our minds
We
are afraid of change but must do it
*lalang
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