A mind without reason
echoes of a past
of a changing season
Memories turning to stone
looking through broken glass
of all that is gone
A city burning to dust
losing faith in trust
with demons burning inside us
and we do what we must
In a world of lies and treason
do we stand here alone
with a smoking gun
in a world burning like the sun
Souls cry for freedom
as time slips by so fast
burning in what we have become
Spiritwind ©2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
..........an intriguing write. reality is more difficult than fantasy ★