Cold Contact
Cold Contact
In the distance cold
lies the truth to be told.
I will not whisper , will not hide
I"ll scream and let truth slide.
Weeping willows shedding tears
stand tall in a row
soaked up with past fears
bent precisely in a bow.
Deserted life on blooded streets
time and time again
people hushed with silence hurt
wounds washed in the rain.
Shaky voice on the radio
walking sticks and fears
people walking with a cracked smile
hiding all hearts tears.
Time has come once again
for the truth to come out
Justice fled in split seconds
like air we cant live without.
The wait of silenced hills has come
the shaking trees in the skies
only at night when the birds are sleeping
can you hear all the cries.
Lost souls in the washed up soil
scattered here and there
namless bodies found again
life, the bitch ain't fair.