Some marks we make now
will linger then fade
some kindnesses kept
wont live out the day
Some truths seem hollow
when held to the light
Some heroes we worshipped
were robbed of their might
The promises I make
They may just be air
They may read as false
And weaken when shared
Fantasies may falter
Expectations may wane
Rancor may root
And turn holy profane
Air it may be
But air do we breathe
Air is my strength
When your eyes I can't see
When drowning is upon us
And hope leaves our midst
When falling feels imminent
And whispers are missed
It's air that I'll harness
And make of us wind
It's air that's the storm
And breath that's our end
Comments
Lovely
This is beautiful bro.
Tim
Nice work...
I like the easy pace and the thought that counts. I mean, what's a little fantasy amongst friends? Well written and truth! ~ Geezer.
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