Monday, 19 March 2012

Bed of Roses

Here on this bed of roses

the smell of tomorrow in the sky

pen to paper the mind composes

fleeting as the days go by

Sweet glimpses of yesterday

of innocence in the light

the laughter now gone astray

for it crumbled in the fight

Then what of the great men

who prophesised of the light

It is all lost in this den

of misery shone so bright

Look deep into humanity

to find that dream once more

Hold on with such intensity

Drop your doubts at the door

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