Release Me
The world cries~
Her sounds reach
Beyond the skies
Filled with pain
From too many
Living in greed
The fatal chain.
Fires keep on burning
That won't be put out
The world keeps on turning
With few who are devout
In trying to bring about
Love and Peace.
The world cries
To be free
The world cries
For true harmony
Listen to her saddened words…
As she calls out,
“Release Me”.
Proverbs 8:1
Doth not wisdom cry?
and understanding put forth her voice?
Julie Pisacane © 2008
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