Tuesday, September 25, 2012


Absent are the words these lips can not speak
Endless are the thoughts that invade even my sleep
Distant are the arms of the people I love
As we sometimes over-look the moments we take advantage of

Deaf is the world pre-occupied with destruction
Empty are the concerns you now get by prescription
Rights are now sold by a prejuidce court
Like karma is looking to settle the score

Critical are the memories you are lucky to create
Faded are the scars that only produce hate
Tomorrow are the obstacles that strengthen our soul
The thin line between always giving up or always letting go

Copyright (C) Angel Campbell