Thursday, June 4, 2009
Is the world sleeping tonight?
Blanket of iniquity hiding the light.
Can you hear the songs on the streets?
Weeps the guitar by its grievous greets.
Where are the eyes of humanity?
A new neighborhood of anonymity.
Who holds the hand of truth?
In this morbidity.
As I see the world tonight.
When nothing seems right.
I sleep back in my grave.
As a nonchalant brave.