Tightly wrapped in angels wings, gentle kisses and whispered screams
Pleasant faces uncaring truth, belated emotions now come unglued
The coil now springs toward the light, the muted lion roars in silence
Entrapped within the walls of question, the answers blurred by enraged dimension
Alone now in a crowded world, faces painted to care just mock the scar
Unfurled, unjust, un-healing wound, revealing cost, un-payable dues
Grasping memory of mind and heart, the tears cascade in crimson blue
Alas the question commands my faith, it wavers not in unjust truth
Eternity calls to heal the heart, now tightly wrapped in angels wings.
-J.G. Smith(01/29/05)
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