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Post by LouiZe on Apr 20, 2004 11:59:11 GMT -5
Butterflies and Golden skies
Children growing much too fast The products of a loveless past A frozen home sent them away Now only on the streets they play No time to count the butterflies Or lie beneath the golden skies Expressionless and saddened faces Longing for those lost embraces
No homes to go to when it’s cold Crouching with their body sold Crying all their precious tears As men unleash their deepest fears No time to count the butterflies Or lie beneath the golden skies Too rushed to smell the purple flowers Or sleep on satin sheets for hours
This is not some made up rhyme It’s true to kids who live with crime Be thankful for the love you share Sing with your heart and show you care Make time to count the butterflies And lie beneath the golden skies Sit and watch the bumble bees Be brave enough to sail the seas
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Post by John Barnett on Apr 22, 2004 13:05:01 GMT -5
Very powerful and true, great job Louize
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Post by ::..::FoX::..:: on Apr 26, 2004 12:36:46 GMT -5
I agree, nice write, welcome to PC
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Eclipse
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Post by Eclipse on Apr 26, 2004 18:22:22 GMT -5
the repitition is the perfect touch in this. the rhyme flows perfectly....the message...ahh i liked all of it. =)
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Post by rinna(on leave...for eternity) on May 3, 2004 20:05:58 GMT -5
this was very bittersweet. it's the life i lived and the life i wish my daughter will never ever see. fantastic! x rinna x
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