Shouting out across this great divide
pitch black, yet its covered in snow
my footsteps tread but leave no prints
I'm seeking out that converted child
Walking backwards oh so it seems now
trees they bow in such esteem
I shout my voice so all can hear it rain
seems I'm sleeping and just having pain...
My soul is broken torn and tattered
body shivers shows signs of being shattered
I'm walking towards this heavenly door
shall I open it or pray forgiveness and more
Shouting out across this wild divide
faces that have graced this land before
now they gather all as one these echo's
throwing them into nowhere but...
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Written By B R Walker
14 January 2016
Copywriter UK