Listen to the autumn wind

crying over and over again,

I could always remember 

that cold september 

in late december 

all those famouse words 

of long ago out in the snow,

those ancient day will always stay

in the back of my mind 

the sky is always full with sadness

oh ,I can still feel the madness in the air

oh, how life wasn't fair 

the poor was everywhere 

while the rich was getting richer

and the lies of life was being told 

to the evil and the bold

Oh, how the rain did fall 

like the fountain of time

the heart of pain

brushed the blood like ink

while the souls of long ago sink 

the spirit of the sword is strong 

swift the arrows will come 

until that day life keeps slips away .

 

Poetic Lilly J. Emery (c)