Tuesday, February 11, 2014

June Will Be A Piece Of Memory

And flowers start to cry,
When the sky hides the moon.
And flowers start to cry,
When the sky hides the stars.
And flowers start to cry,
When the sky hides the earth.

June walks amongst some light drizzle.
I knock with rhythm of longing,
Where is the poet of my heart?
Sleep beside me my heart and my soul
In this world that offers no future
I’ll trust you more than I should

Cause June will be a piece of memory.
                                                                       
When flowers start to cry
It’s the day you steal my freedom
When flowers start to cry
It’s the day you kill my children
And when flowers star to cry
It is the day you refuse to love

June will be a piece of memory
As soon as the moon fades out,
And the stars grow fainter
That’s when the earth melts away
And the sky will be lonely

Greed and envy,
Arrogance and hegemony,
Intolerance and accusation
Violence and anger
Prejudice and hatred
Decline then vanished

And June will be a piece of memory.



Camden Pl ‘05

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