A blood ball once blue and green
Distant, now, the purity
The primitive and the innocent
Was it here that harmony blossomed?
Is it here that we’ll still stand?
Continuing
We cannot sleep in this discordant terrain
Unreachable, the days of golden rain
Populated by personified greed
Dominated by the vessel’s souls – their corrupt minds
Martyrs, a word once unknown
Noble but for the wrong causes
Can harmony still blossom?
How will we continue here when here won’t exist?
We cannot sleep in this discordant terrain
Unreachable, the days of golden rain
Simplicity is gone
And strife is omnipresent
The erratic cycle of life
The outcome remaining the same
We cannot sleep in this discordant terrain
Unreachable, the days of golden rain
We cannot sleep in this discordant terrain
Unreachable, the days of golden rain
by
PoemWritingGuyposted on 07/08/2008
Unreachable, the days of golden rain"