My simple, sad refrain
Stills the aching heart
Inflamed with injustice
Done to those that steal
Souls of sadness
Make them real
In songs of gladness
Marked in time of destiny
Out of rhyme.
No thought is given
No time demands
We come to heaven
When out of time.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
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