If you've ever looked through a window,
When shadows cover the light,
You'll notice a whole other world,
Where everything is alright.
Sadness doesn't prevail,
You're no longer ripped and torn,
It's a place you can be happy,
Unlike the world from where you were born.
No one wants to berate you,
No one wants you to die,
It's place you can spread your wings,
A place where you can fly.
But there's no way in this world,
This is only one you can see,
So you can only sit and watch,
Wondering why it had to be.
YOU ARE READING
Journal Of The Fallen
PoesíaThis is a journal of poetry I've written over the years
