We barely know that, yet we often speak of that... Aint alone in the race to get that Many lives are lost to getting that Just a few, yet a few even through a hairs breath had gotten that I heard, never seen that I said From the out set its been a by and by stuff Yet ages had died on ages as there seem to be no fading Martyrs had said there is, soot sayers are under the probability Were often sobered to believing by their messages The sun sets and the moon shines and the cloud had ever remained blue just as the leaves are ever green What is to come is still unsure Our minds and souls had been plagued with uncertainty Our eyes under the strings of doubts Our bodies ever yields to what defile it Guilty also are almost all we know that tell us its certainty of the existence of that Our hearts are full yet desolate We now fear what is and what isnt, what had been and what would be What is more to tell and what have I really told? Leave here ur words if u get what it is...
Posted on: Wed, 05 Mar 2014 14:27:18 +0000