Sinith Hall The Writer
These words escape the pain
which everyone has to forget their shame
no glory still no pride
I'll see this out tonight
a void in his sight
with peace among them in these horrid cries
once he repents he will sleep at night
but not until they come will he open his eyes
the writer trembles
the words slip away
a prayer for all hope
but still nothing has changed
now that they have seen
what it has always meant to be
mourning the sunrise
isolation set free
lets draw a line and forget this state
we could suppress what released this day
a sudden shift and now its all changed
well we've found it
