Cries of young lives sing silly songs of laughter in the life after Hurt, ego, and misguided pride which lead to lies the soul can no longer stand to bear But I see twenty children standing there beaming bright in angel light as they take flight Together they smile the type sunlight that makes the devil backtrack into his lair These young souls are soothsayers, spiritual players Accelerated graduators of this game called life Spitting sixteens making Biggie breakdance and Frankie seem like Lalahs dad With ten thousand other souls watching true love withhold nothing And through dried tears we will spend the next few years silently screaming why Until we realize that their spiritual awakening already understood their undertaking Of the moment they appeared in the womb playing Romper Room... https://youtube/watch?v=Z5kKQ7144q8
Posted on: Fri, 12 Dec 2014 11:42:53 +0000