I hear the boots harsh out the door
The men have come to take you now
In life and love we find a war
Thrown in a fight we don’t know how.
The cold is not just at my feet
The steel is not just in the gun
Never will I walk a street
So happy under trusting sun.
I do not know the way to find
I do not have the hand to help
The bullets were so very kind
And we the dogs let out a yelp.
In vacant streets I roam a heart
As if it were a stranger’s place
I do not know the way to start
And this is such a lengthy race.
Come dear one and hear me now
Before our time is closed again
Next year in Jerusalem
I will not lie down…
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Moving
You are kind for saying so.
It’s prob my favorite from you
Wait, you’ve read enough of mine to have a favorite? That is flattering.
Hehe….I’m pretty charming like thaT!
Soldiers and roaming street dogs alike, looking for the victory of release.