Turning tides, old and young
Hear the words of songs once sung.
Whispering winds and trifling tears
Burn with envy, hate and fear.
The cup is full, what’s in is out
Word’s and waves, there is ONLY doubt.
Through thick and thin
Far out, from here on in
Falling through what err we stand
At least we’re falling hand-in-hand.
Glistening dot’s, whirling, swirling
Our every thought, burning, churning
Yearning for what once was ours.
Our hateful words leave terrible scars
Ones who were found, now counted lost
With bitter, hateful, envious frost.
What’s was hear, now is gone
We have yet to break the bond.
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