Note: In its writing, this poem(if i may call it that), somehow took on the flavor of a rock song. It's mostly a first draft, with minor corrections made. There maybe a few corny sounding bits... I But since i believe that the message is what matters most, i have mostly stuck to what came spontaneously during the first draft...
There’s a cold tombstone
in the graveyard of my soul
and it says here lies love
God’s favorite son
No wilting flowers, no fading footprints
mark this grey tombstone
Just a permanent cold dampness
as if God’ been shedding tears
But I’m praying for a miracle
to bring love back to life
I am praying for a miracle
to bring love back from the dead
Innocence lies breathing its last
In ambition’s life-less crypt
haunted by the screams
of murdered childhood dreams
Love is just a superficial thing
no more than just skin deep
And the flame of hope eternal
is a fading flicker in some dark demon’s keep
But I’m praying for a miracle
to bring love back to life
I am praying for a miracle
to bring love back from the dead
When passions have atrophied
and true instincts lie buried
under the debris of all consuming greed,
can love be revived?
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