head
By the feeling that haunts you, when he flew and drown you,
In disappointment, disapproval,
That drove you to sleep,
sleep.....
Little Child…
Don’t be disheartened if he never gave time
To think of possible rain drops of lime
And the point where nowhere has shattered It’s leaves where
You chase It’s footprints, down to nowhere tonight…
Little Child don’t bleed tonight...
It’s difficult to see tomorrow’s approval,
The boy that wondered nothing of your wonders
He killed the beast that drove you to darkness,
Now he’s absence drove you in likeness
Of dim gloomy shadows, the smoke that choke you alive
Don’t lie… I know my child…
It’s just a matter of time…..
You never use to cry in shadows, to cry with tears
To cry at the sight of the sinner
No! It’s you, the committer who’s the sinner
To point a finger, to pity and linger
To cry for paradise, to scream at an ordinary time…
It’s just a matter of time…
By: Francis Ocampo
Written: 2005
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