A noise stabbed inside my ear
As the wound numbs me awake;
And the date casually laughs at my face:
As the present becomes another day.
And the sound of the piercing horns of a quoted school bus quietly shatters the bridge of a sacred tweet.
Sing along ‘all aboard’
So stand! Over the fogs and wait for the pale: turn… turn… Like a phoenix for all skins.
Listen to the lullabies as they turn to unwritten pages;
As the ‘Happily ever after’ waits-
The Door stops.
The highlighted glooms bleach sorely over conscious on the open door.
We march as each step brings us closer; We wait for the gate to open
Another Chinese whisper of the wrong side of the ear;
As the moisture of seas fallaciously bleeds down under:
We march like the toy soldiers we’re.
As no escape in hand, not even a cry:
Freedom dies down cemetery gates with a padlock down its side.
I recall you the memories of how God met another visitor.
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