So, when the full moon shines upon...

please send us back from whence we came. the unabated state of blame. life is life by any name, and love is love, but still a game... and all we thought we knew before, is walking through that unlocked door, we tempt our fate, we clean our core, and memories become folklore... dear stevie nicks of golden dust, we run through love but walk through lust, when did we learn to trust our trust? prerequisite is now a must... we live to search, we die to find, that fate is ours if we are kind, to those we love and leave behind, and life has meaning, but nevermind... so, when the full moon shines upon, my resting stone, with numbers drawn, the footsteps in the path are gone, but life is life, so we live on...

Reviews

[Dara]

Very deep and I like the flow. Your message to the world has been sent and is loud and clear.