The winds of change blow’s wild and free; they have never seen something like this ever before.

I weep for the living, my tear’s are hidden behind the face of the clown.

The sun is almost gone; the eagles cry where the landscapers ends their escape from the existence of time.

Wisdom brings the wisest to their knee’s: communication with their creator is endless.

Begging for a revival with the intentions of survival, it was always a wonderful need.

Sometimes it feels like amendment is substituted.

Water’s of the wilderness seems to cover the innocent soul’s wild without remorse.

Everything is left unsaid, for how long will we be punished for doing good.

Sorrows pours down ocean of tear’s; they over flow’s like wave’s of tsunami in a form of tearing down what’s left to be.

Thoughts of greatness are shut down from the rising of the sun till the going down of the same as…

I waited for death but it never came.