Forest of Dreams |
The battle cry of weary feet trod through the snow
Leaving footprints of a forgotten life
Which was once full of hope and happiness?
Walking hand in hand through the forest with you was beyond comprehension
Passing tall trees that had stood for generations gathering knowledge
We would stop at the clearing... thee I stole my first kiss from you -
Blood crushed feet mixing with pure white snow...oh so cold
We marched through the forest in two's like animals heading for the Ark
There would be no Salvation this day only damnation for those in charge
As we passed the trees their branches held some protection over us
Like an invisible calling yet with a tender loving...
Shivering with the winter cold my friend and I held hands for warmth
None survived as all the fire in us had been take away by this horror
No one shed any tears for these were frozen within us -
Finally we reached the clearing, and were told to stand in line...
The Grey and black booted men looked upon us as if w didn't exist
All had hatred in their eyes, all waited for the appointed order
Looking around I realized this was the place of my first kiss
The sun was shinning I was holding your hand...we'd had many dreams you and I
As I looked towards the black booted men, I fear they may never be fulfilled
Written By B.R.Walker
Forest of Dreams
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