The Path Of Rome
We sit upon the
Ancient cliff,
alone
We drift...
drift...
toward Rome
We dare to be the
Ancient dead,
with proud flags
upon our heads
Praising the place
we call home
But riches have set
our heads high,
Pushed our hearts
beyond the sky,
Only to find we sit
on a broken stone
copyright 2006
Robert Anthony James
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