wondering if I’ll ever get back again…
Riding on a wave of self sorrow,
Yesterday and tomorrow I deny a friend.
A world on the brink of disaster,
Eroding faster and faster in dirt….
Collectively being so broken,
hatred being a token born of hurt.
Yet through all of the darkened thoughts above,
The only way out comes back to simple love.
And all the peacemakers shake their minds,
and the bastards of war break their spines…
On thoughts of love, be it yours or mine,
it always comes back to love of any kind.