Shouting out across the wild
pitch black covered with snow
my footprints leave no prints
I'm seeking out the coveted child
Walking backwards oh so it seems
trees they bow in such esteem
I shout my voice so all can hear
seems I'm sleeping and just having dreams
My soul is broken, torn and tattered
body shows signs of being oh so shattered
I'm walking towards this heavenly door
shall I open it, or pray for more?
Shouting out across the wilds of space...
faces have graced this land before my face
now they gather all the echo's they can find
giving them to all the blind men who can't see their face!
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Written 14 January 2016
By B. R. Walker
Copywriter UK