No Time to CryA Poem by Mauricio Montoyaover warNo Time to Cry I was looking down the devils throat as he looked up at me. He said, boy look to the east and tell me what you see. For three wise men, come with tales of war. But today they came with something, I've never seen before. I wandered in a battle field, soon someone said. As the rain came down, move a head. A puddle of mud was my bed, As I laid there and thought of what was said. I cross a river that was blood red, A short word with a friend, now lays dead. No time to cry, for tears I've bled. The three wise men the truth they said. I try to run, no place to hide. I've search for truth in those who lie. If it wasn't for my pride I’d stop and cry For I know one day I shall surely die. As I walked on the trail that lead nowhere. I stop to look up towards the sky To finally realize to my surprise The answer I seek was deep inside. But the sounds of war started to ring As a cold wind swept over me. While the angels began to sing It took one bullet to set me free, And this is a farewell story of destiny. By Mauricio Montoya © 2020 Mauricio MontoyaAuthor's Note
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22 Reviews Added on March 20, 2010 Last Updated on December 27, 2020 AuthorMauricio Montoyaoakland, CAAboutLove to draw and cook from time to time, when I'm not drawing I’ll write poems. My favorite poet is Edgar Allen Poe. more..Writing
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