When the Blood of
innocence is Lost
Greatest is the tragedy
for the World has
lost something special
indeed--The brightest
candle burns half as long..
The sweetest song is but
a memory and often times
it's best to remain dumb..
For if I showed you what
was behind the curtain--
The mastery of fear
so softly spoken..
That what we don't
know about ourselves
would stretch a mile
long..What could've
been a year to
surrender your tears
To me made me wince
and take your diamonds
and mix them with
rust--For precious
stones belong on the
bones of the dead
and dying..
By Rick Weber
August 1, 2013
copywritten
2013
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