John D


Were are all like children
with dreams in our eyes
lights atop candles
withering with the wind
Naive be the children
For the child knows no woes
For the stories all end
with triumphant heroes
Then with death life collides
Shatters all that we know
As the truth of life rides
upon the wings of death's throw
No more are we children
But beasts of this world
unto truth we are beckoned
Into reality we are hurled