Pendragon
04-02-2008, 12:44 PM
Soulful Eyes
Have you ever taken notice of those dusty windows that stare
and wonder about the people sitting behind them all alone?
Life is not always kind, nor is fate always truly fair—
many start out with everything, only to end up nowhere,
their wealth turned to ashes, and their hearts cold as stone…
Have you ever taken notice of those dusty windows that stare
from the walls of a prison, with bars partially blocking the air,
where slowly people rot away for crimes, their time crawling on—
Life is not always kind, nor is fate always truly fair—
or people would not live in those awful crumbling rat-infested homes on the square.
But the poor of the world shiver in wind that cuts clear to the bone.
Have you ever taken notice of those dusty windows that stare
down upon the passersby with an odd, ghostly glare,
and the buildings themselves seem to sigh with dreadful moans
reminding that life is not always kind, nor is fate always truly fair—
and you feel as if your very soul were being examined and laid bare…
At times like this you can almost hear the entire Earth groan.
Have you ever taken notice of those dusty windows that stare,
life is not always kind, nor is fate always truly fair—
Pendragon
© April 2, 2008
Have you ever taken notice of those dusty windows that stare
and wonder about the people sitting behind them all alone?
Life is not always kind, nor is fate always truly fair—
many start out with everything, only to end up nowhere,
their wealth turned to ashes, and their hearts cold as stone…
Have you ever taken notice of those dusty windows that stare
from the walls of a prison, with bars partially blocking the air,
where slowly people rot away for crimes, their time crawling on—
Life is not always kind, nor is fate always truly fair—
or people would not live in those awful crumbling rat-infested homes on the square.
But the poor of the world shiver in wind that cuts clear to the bone.
Have you ever taken notice of those dusty windows that stare
down upon the passersby with an odd, ghostly glare,
and the buildings themselves seem to sigh with dreadful moans
reminding that life is not always kind, nor is fate always truly fair—
and you feel as if your very soul were being examined and laid bare…
At times like this you can almost hear the entire Earth groan.
Have you ever taken notice of those dusty windows that stare,
life is not always kind, nor is fate always truly fair—
Pendragon
© April 2, 2008