Our prideEmphatically lies in our strideIt ain’t a lieWhen we say we gonna soar highAnd even though strangled;Keenly we have toiled and struggledWith our flags risenSurely our feat ain’t hidden
What was sleepWhen talking to you was so much exciting?What was sleepWhen I was going to see you in my dreams anyway?
The MoonMight not be accompanied by the starsAnd the Ocean will give waves no moreDarkness might not longer be scaryAnd the Thunder may shun the cloudsSouls may depart from their bodiesAnd poets may shy from their lyricsBut believe meEven until then my heart will beatOnly for youAnd my sight may never forget you… ©2021 voice_of_the_pen
The good we tend to do;The evil we tend to hide;like pregnancy: will in the end show uplike when a fish dies in a pond;what we do, whether hidden or not,Eventually, will show up. ©2020 VOICE_OF_THE_PEN