The Songs of the Poets That Fill Their Hearts with Longing | Rising of the Sun
When are we to be saved when we disregard helpful fact?
When are we to be free from misty mind?
Folks of today!
When are we to consider not the truth?
Truth afore our plain eyes…. less important.
When’ll our mind be clear from ash and cinder?
When we disregard our past… our “Now” near perplix miles.
Answer placed at the socket of our hearts.
Why do we fancy not tips that helps brownish teeths look attractive.
Junks everywhere…. placed beneath, hang in altitude.
Why do we waste our goody assets on blinks?
It won’t last!
Why do we keep our eyes to deadly poison?
You know how it hurt and the burning pains wrath on skin.
Why do we keep our eyes to enmity?
World are destroyed.
Globe are unsold.
Lifes are lost and tears of blood that gleam on slow track in sad rudiment.
We wreck ourselves everyday, we wreck our help, we wreck our hope in help and can we wreck the wreck that hope no grace in us.
See tears.. evryday it grows like sour fruits of Eden.
Why do we keep all our sensory organs to what wreck ourpeace?
