It’s been fifteen days
Since we heard
Echoes of Mercy, Whispers of Joy
And to which we learnt to
Fear Him alone
So we asked!
Are you afraid of being alone in truth?
On day two…
Where we learnt that honest tales
Are
Tales that bind, so we woke up on day three
In a place
A rare place
The one space I seek solace
My place of Gold
My place of peace
Then we were swept off the flooded roads to
A village far away
On the fourth day
Here we met
A lad with a dreamWho kept hoping for better days!
But no, you are not alone
On this fifth day
Am that younger self of you
That humble kid that only wanted the best
So we kept hoping for another day
A sixth day
And a girl told us
Her pain
Of how she had to be a woman to her father
But she learnt to
Forgive and live free
As we rested and thought
You wake up to her cry
She loves it when you touch her
Swipe her dress to ogle at her lingerie
On this seventh day as the rest of the world
They troop in masses to pin their notices
And we learnt that
It all depends with how you treat herRespect your willpower.
Is it Black or White?
It’s the eighth day so we sought to know
Why black is dark and why everything bright always looks white!?
And learnt to appreciate for it is all right
Day nine was served on a table
A jar full of water cannot take any more water
Although
Its spout is often just a fraction of the lid
So giving thanks only takes a bit from us
After that meal we partied
Chugging up beer on day ten
Rampantly moving around in attempts to stand out
I stall
Took a dictionary!
Randomly picking words
Ten words to piece together to have a play
Am just a boy looking for happiness
In words that cannot spell happiness
Happiness, true happiness is found within.
As
The phone rings!
Morning of day eleven
Do you believe in your imaginations?
Plus sounds like you really care
As the phone blinks red and almost out of power.
But what do you do when imagination takes you to places untold?
Places like day twelve of a long week!
So who are we?
A collection of emotions that need guidance
As we were guided to
Well-manicured gardens with fountains flowing
In a land far away into the sunset
And rose up on day thirteen
To a land where the sun rises
Yes, he came to learn.
What I kept is lost
What I gave out is mine forever
Teaching is about sharing your knowledge
So yesterday was day fourteen of our lesson
Teach… you can only get better
We still have a bit to share
Plus I feel restful that we’ve made it this far
Sigh!
©Krv_150616
Since we heard
Echoes of Mercy, Whispers of Joy
And to which we learnt to
Fear Him alone
So we asked!
Are you afraid of being alone in truth?
On day two…
Where we learnt that honest tales
Are
Tales that bind, so we woke up on day three
In a place
A rare place
The one space I seek solace
My place of Gold
My place of peace
Then we were swept off the flooded roads to
A village far away
On the fourth day
Here we met
A lad with a dreamWho kept hoping for better days!
But no, you are not alone
On this fifth day
Am that younger self of you
That humble kid that only wanted the best
So we kept hoping for another day
A sixth day
And a girl told us
Her pain
Of how she had to be a woman to her father
But she learnt to
Forgive and live free
As we rested and thought
You wake up to her cry
She loves it when you touch her
Swipe her dress to ogle at her lingerie
On this seventh day as the rest of the world
They troop in masses to pin their notices
And we learnt that
It all depends with how you treat herRespect your willpower.
Is it Black or White?
It’s the eighth day so we sought to know
Why black is dark and why everything bright always looks white!?
And learnt to appreciate for it is all right
Day nine was served on a table
A jar full of water cannot take any more water
Although
Its spout is often just a fraction of the lid
So giving thanks only takes a bit from us
After that meal we partied
Chugging up beer on day ten
Rampantly moving around in attempts to stand out
I stall
Took a dictionary!
Randomly picking words
Ten words to piece together to have a play
Am just a boy looking for happiness
In words that cannot spell happiness
Happiness, true happiness is found within.
As
The phone rings!
Morning of day eleven
Do you believe in your imaginations?
Plus sounds like you really care
As the phone blinks red and almost out of power.
But what do you do when imagination takes you to places untold?
Places like day twelve of a long week!
So who are we?
A collection of emotions that need guidance
As we were guided to
Well-manicured gardens with fountains flowing
In a land far away into the sunset
And rose up on day thirteen
To a land where the sun rises
Yes, he came to learn.
What I kept is lost
What I gave out is mine forever
Teaching is about sharing your knowledge
So yesterday was day fourteen of our lesson
Teach… you can only get better
We still have a bit to share
Plus I feel restful that we’ve made it this far
Sigh!
©Krv_150616
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