Rise UpThe words unfold, into meanings cold
putting thought behind that which is empty.
lines upon lines of emotionless words
I'll explain all -
If you would let me; try to make sense of
myself, no fortune or wealth,
could ever justify me, giving up my health.
Bring an end to the cold night,
a new sun is dawning.
I'll wash away blindness.
Say hello to the morning
GetBornAgain 18-21, M 2 Responses 1 Jan 21, 2013