Sighs for broken skies allow wasted moments down beneath the sands of now to stay up late and shoot the breeze and acquiesce on tearful seas so loud they shroud the better sounds to which they should concede.
lonely left unheard beauty dies without a word.
sighs for broken skies abating; I no longer mourn tomorrows lost in sorrows, that were never waiting.
Sometimes late at night simply i can’t sleep Thinking about my innocence is no longer to mine to keep Somwhat like the worst nightmare one can’t imagine Dreary days are steadily approaching, bad memories trailing behind Its not only me,
Like tussoh, I collect snow after the blizzard, churning the quartz, O December. Time to hang my boots and listen the call to quarters. Windows would kill me. I had my horrors I had my wine. The moon was still
John Walker served his country in WWII It was something he felt obligated to do. In combat he risked his life Even while he was facing strife He wrote his family back at home While he was on another roam