Sunday, July 31, 2011

A Subtle Emotion

I wonder these days how cold I’m;
walking in the sun I feel my skin cold,
deep down and high above, its all same.
Times may pass by, but I stand, like a rock.

Still and motionless I’ve become,
the world races around, faster.
Each day is nothing more than a battle,
with myself, with the change, the future.

Bloody times, stained streets, silent voices,
I hear them scream, they wail, they cry,
I don’t know how, but I want them by,
I see a tear dripping as the lights flash.

None can change, this rock in me,
the core in me wants to be free.
There’s just one hope, the only Rock,
My Saviour, I await for thee.

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