Flowers on the ground Coffee with a friend The beginning or the end A lttle Christmas cheer The ending of a year Why did I choose today Why did I pass this way? I have become a mark In someone else s heart Confusion starts to reign Someone seeking fame Evil is its name Souls he wants to claim A city is alert The streets they soon desert We call our friends in fear For what we want to hear And so we slowly watch The captives made to stop And stand with face to wall Hoping not to fall And all the time we pray For strangers on that day We know this is a war Freedom to restore Police are trained to move But they are human too Their families stay awake All night we sit and wait There does not seem reprieve The darkness in this siege The world it takes a pause Everybodys cause We wake to hear the sound Bullets on the ground Many have escaped For two it is too late We weep with quiet tears For lost and unspent years Their courage we admire The flame that fueled their fire A city filled with flowers That speaks of all the hours That bears our hearts of light That wait there through the night The flowers are our tears The flowers cover fears The flowers mark our ground They are our silent sound The people will unite For freedom is our right Our spirit is awake And that you cannot break We will not be deceived We know what we believe This flower bed it speaks It says we are not weak Capacity for love Is bigger than a gun Is bigger than a blade Our light it will not fade We go about our day We ll meet in our cafes We ll pray for those we lost And surely count the cost But we will not back down For this is Aussie ground A spirit of great might The flowers show our light So rest your weary eyes Our hearts not armed with lies We rise up in the dark The flowers are our mark Sydney 16.12.2014 (c) Copyright Louise Taylor Consulting
Posted on: Thu, 18 Dec 2014 20:33:52 +0000
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