Moonlitewriter's Library

By: Chelsea Fryer

Well it’s whispered among some
Friends and Enemies
If the new world is to come
Then the old one must end
But we all held our tongue
And in our fear we wait
Afraid of those we confront
Until joined with our fate

There’s a mystery still there
Unsolved for two thousand years
But some don’t understand
Rather die than cursed with life
In the sands of time we move till the end

There’s a feeling I get
When I hear a sound
Of doubt in belief
Till I come around
But in that moment
I question my faith
That frightening second
Where I fear my fate

Tags: forever

(No Ratings Yet)

 Loading ...

This entry was posted on Sunday, June 22nd, 2008 at 12:10 pm and is filed under Poetry. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.