Far far away
Is where we'll be
Free from corrupt
Eternity
Hear the music
Travel down your spine
And spiral onwards
Through space and time
There's a war
That wrecks us all
Some will rise above
And some will fall
Blue hushed mountains
Hold all our prayers
And as we look forward
Back, infinity stares
I grasp no leader
I want no voice
Just peace and calm
To silence the noise
Far away
Where's there's no concept
Of all we have known
And lost so soon
The earth is turning
Oh so slowly
So let her sleep
Under the distant moon
YOU ARE READING
Petrichor
PoetryWe grow old eventually {here are the waking thoughts that consume me}
