Something
By Mdr
SomethingI'm standing before the wall built of mine own mindThere is no key, for there is no doorOvershadowing, darkening my thoughtsShould I write about the happy carefree daysOr should I write about the gloom that drenches my present daysMayhap a piece on the heaven and starsOr in remembrance, something of our homeThe flag of stars and barsStill standing before the wall built of mine own mindThere is no key, for there is no doorOverpowering, scrambling my feelingsShould I write about what fills my soulOr should I write about the ones who stoleMayhap a piece on the heaven and the starsOr in remberance, something of our peopleThe permanence of the newly born scarsCrumbling now is the wall built of mine own mindThere is no key, for there is no wallOvershadowing, overpoweringNevermore, for now I've written them this small somethingMDR~OCT 2001'For those who left this world on 9-11-2001' Written October 1st, 2001 © on Oct 01 2001 03:12 PM PST 10 • 0 • 9
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"SomethingI'm standing before the wall built of mine own mindThere is no key, for there is no doorOvershadowing, darkening my thoughtsShould I write about the happy carefree daysOr should I write about the gloom that drenches my present daysMayhap a piece on the heaven and starsOr in remembrance, something of our homeThe flag of stars and barsStill standing before the wall built of mine own mindThere is no key, for there is no doorOverpowering, scrambling my feelingsShould I write about what fills my soulOr should I write about the ones who stoleMayhap a piece on the heaven and the starsOr in remberance, something of our peopleThe permanence of the newly born scarsCrumbling now is the wall built of mine own mindThere is no key, for there is no wallOvershadowing, overpoweringNevermore, for now I've written them this small somethingMDR~OCT 2001'For those who left this world on 9-11-2001'..."