Oceans of feelings They come and go Ebb and wane With the tidal flow A listening heart Responds aloud To the repeated sounds Of crashing waves Huge,...
The freedom of the birds and the whispy summer clouds are what we dream of now Spring was quietly stolen our liberties curtailed homes were a prison...
We are prisoners of your words catchy, punchy, lethal to us Daily you have an advantage weekly you kill us slowly We are prisoners of your words our...