happy times when fate got in the fight
The audience waits for our next stride
After moments it becomes all clear
For you and I the time is almost near
The bow was old, its horsehair was glue
Sent to the factory just like me and you
So how come they stayed your execution?
The audience roars its standing ovation
All happy faces, screaming lies
you can see the truth in their eyes
all them waiting for your demise
all them shaking for the reprise
The cloak falls down, the music's done
Will you stay or will you run?
Will you stay or will you run
When the executioner draws the gun
YOU ARE READING
Memories
PoetryFor when thoughts invade or your mind it's 5 am and still sleep won't come For when you want to shout And scream out loud For they to leave you at peace. Sometimes writting everything straight Just isn't enough. Sometimes it has to rhyme, To follow...
