From Madness Grip

 

 

It came without warning
Disappearing into the sky
It rose bright and statuesque
And then began to die

Weep not for the solemn voice
Which speaks not a sound
But entice the young children
To loose the chains that bound

On the inside I am crying
And on the outside it shows
And your tears you do hold back
But in darkness they do flow

Recollect the times so sweet
When sadness sank so deep
And the living hands softly caress
To keep me safe from madness’ grip

Written by Stack Jones
© Copyright 2010

 

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