Moments come and go
Some like a scream
Tearing and taking everything
Some like the wind
Making me feel free
Memories in life
Some stitched in your brain
A needle that choose to remember
Some took a path
A step to forget
Let the threads be free
Arrogant soldiers Approached the battlefield Ready for havoc Too young and ready Gullible thinking they’ll win Unearned confidence Starting with gambit They used gull and guile Gratify the fight Gird
And without a sound, we all scattered Our silence broke through the air And without a single breath It all ended The stained glass of our souls; Was cracked and cold. And without a sound, we all scatt
The sculptor makes a body from clay his muscles contracting and relaxing at each curvature to form a whole body that moves with his hands work-worn but delicate the breath of life infused by fingertip