Windsong Way yet once again
In the night time’s dreaming end
Where we would run and scream and cry
What once was blue now is white
Quickly covered by brush in dawn’s new light
And yet the band of lies still turns
Like the ball of hate and yearn
We knew so well back on the lane
Anger’s cover so wrongly named
And what of those voices crying loud
From dusk ’til dawn inside and out
The horrors we saw then do reappear
Like ghosts gliding up on our blood soaked tears
Windsong Way is buried and gone
Only to rise up on our own heart’s song
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I love it Amber, that is actually one of your best! It gave me goosebumps.
Very haunting (and very haunted). Love the use of color to convey emotions.
Very haunting (and very haunted). Love the use of color to convey emotion, both real and implied.