Words, like cool-aid, have stained your lips
Is it the color youve longed for
or are you shocked to see what theyve become?Actions, like spay-paint, have stained your hands
Is it the color youve longed for
or are you shocked to see what theyve become?
Thoughts, like fire, have burned your brain
Is it the texture youve longed for
or are you shocked to see what its become?
With gloves in hand you keep your mouth shut,
you never show your eyes
Who will listen to you now?
justice doesnt hear your cries
Remorse is a beautiful thing
when seen by those who have suffered by you
Fall 1993 |