To the spirit of the old
And the soul of the new
May we hope May we dream
May we wish away yesterday's pain
For the lonely children
Who's painful truth
They swallow like glass shards
Who's parents failed and cities perished
That they at a new ages dawn
May rise to stand hand in hand
YOU ARE READING
My poems
PoetryI just felt like publishing these so... Warning these are my first attempts at poetry.
