Every night, we look up at the sky
Every day, we live to pray
Every week, we become more meek
Every death, we take another breath
Looking at the glorious sight, that is right
The nightfall, takes the place of a death
A soul lost, a pathway crossed
A way torn, a savior born
The dawn comes again, to rid the world of darkness
The sun rises, to glorify the son
The people, are ready for the sequel
The wind, comes to an end
That last nightfall, we all fall
To our knees, we all catch a light breeze
This last transmission, taken to a new position
This last night, we no longer fight
With blood seeping through my eyes, you gave me a surprise
Insects crawl on my skin, but I come back to you again
Flames singed my hair, but you never seemed to care
The one thing I pray, is that I will live to see another day
I see another nightfall, to stop your fall
One more night, one less fight
One more day, more time to pray
The last nightfall, we all crawl
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My Old Poems (2011)
PoetryJust a compilation of the poems that I wrote in 2011 on my Ipod. I wrote these poems at the time to try and lift my spirit, I knew I needed it then. Enjoy. Become a fan on Facebook if you like it. http://www.facebook.com/Johnhicksbooks :)
