• emeray 6w

    Tears on my window

    I won't look back at the tears on my window
    Where my eyes bled in fear of a bleak morrow: the past, I name it past.

    When I fell to the lowest grounds
    And I had to look up, but all I would see was the red earth

    Where my heart bled in fear of a bleak morrow;the past, I name it past.

    My being pleaded for the North star, it pleaded, my tears pleaded for it's light ;the past, I name it past.

    It was a long sleep that I had, then I felt the light brush of hope against my skin

    My lashes came apart and I saw the future, I name it present.

    I'm sailing across thin air: the North star,my fairy dust
    My boat shan't capsize, I tell you the sky is my mother.

    I won't look back at the tears on my window,
    Where my eyes bled in the face of words that battered my soul: the past, I name it past.
    ©emeray