A world of theirs
A world of mine
No bridge built in time to link...
A dream of theirs
A hope of mine
Puzzled stand souls
unknown to go whereby...
They scream
I shout
we cry; tears spout
I slam the door
they knock it,
I lock it
Hunger strike for supper
And both stand misunderstood
And the lil' lamb wishes to jump over the cordon
To enter a world of green pastures...
2 comments:
reality portrayed in a gr8 way...keep it up gal...
i can relate to this!
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