The gound was shaking, she was quaking, why does my life have to be like this
The sky is falling, and roses are calling, for blood thats more than this
Moms are crying, children are dying, and there is no saving us
Life is calling, but people are falling, how can this happen to us
We are seeing, a new life gaining, what is hapining with this
The truth is seeing, but we are gleaning, I cant imagine this
A new life, a new outlook. We grow from distruction and in all of this we are reborn. Free from the pain, free from the struggles, and a new life enters our souls. A new flower grows strong, and finally we sleep: the peace of angels.
A/N I hope you like my first upload its a poem that starts traditional then goes to free verse i would love opinions on it
PS gleaning is to gather like harvesting its an old term I don't hear much anymore
plumb and a fine frinzy where on my pandora when i wrote this great bands
