BROKEN CROSSES
Silent bells toll no more,
No pulpit, No chior, Not a prayer,
Broken crosses cover the land,
In a winter that never ends,
Faith, Resting in pieces, A belief in ruin,
Rusted gates in a landscape frozen,
In a world gone cold, Turning to dust,
Shattered prayers, Splintered wood in a ravaged land,
No candles to light, No sorrow, No tears,
Desolate land covered in a gray blanket,
A lifeless world long lost to the light,
No religion, No Almighty, No life,
Broken crosses is all thats left.......
Richard(Phoenix)Cartledge (c)
No pulpit, No chior, Not a prayer,
Broken crosses cover the land,
In a winter that never ends,
Faith, Resting in pieces, A belief in ruin,
Rusted gates in a landscape frozen,
In a world gone cold, Turning to dust,
Shattered prayers, Splintered wood in a ravaged land,
No candles to light, No sorrow, No tears,
Desolate land covered in a gray blanket,
A lifeless world long lost to the light,
No religion, No Almighty, No life,
Broken crosses is all thats left.......
Richard(Phoenix)Cartledge (c)
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