Thoughts...

[Lionheart]

I sit and pry upon this ground,

upon this place where I feel I'm going down,

This precipice upon which I hear no sounds,

but the wind as it cries with the souls and howls,

In my thoughts is where I escape,

where my mind wanders and ponders fate,

those who place their hands upon the altar of grace,

as I wipe those who are weak, a clean slate,

At this point, I have lost sense of time,

where melody is broken and there is no rhyme,

where the violins crack and piano's try to chime,

where the sirens of cops ride slowly to a crime...

-Lionheart

P.S.- wasnt at my best today...but I tried...hope you enjoy it!

Edited October 7, 2012 by Emotional Outlet