SilverWynd

Her life begins to ebb away bound by in chains by the states hour by hour; day by day Trapped inside; forced to stay to carry this burden became her fate her life begins to ebb away The only hope offered is to pray sorry and bitterness solidify into hate hour by hour; day by day All her emotions shades of gray held down by this heavy weight her life beings to ebb away All her nerves start to unfray is she could end this she would not hesitate hour by hour; day by day For their glory and power she must pay for her dreams it is too late her life beings to ebb away hour by hour; day by day

The red and the white and the blue it don’t mean a thing no more just another way to keep us down and segregated. Red for the blood of your mother, sister, brother, daughter, son they spill everyday because you were born the wrong way and don’t conform to the place they say you should stay. Blue for the gun they use to keep you down under the boot heel black your nose to the ground and you better pray the only way they say. White for the color that holds all the power and will do all that he can to make sure it stays that way. The red and the white and the blue has become the holy trinity of tyranny no freedom to found unless it is for a white man and his gun just looking for a reason to put the rest of us down.

Love lights flash at night serenades begin at sunset subtle strife for life and death Stillness masks chaos unseen wars and romances beauty hangs on dangers edge.

You assemble in your crows murder weighing the scales of our lives without reason or justice you decide our destruction poison in your hearts black are your souls dead-eyed stares toxic tongues

In looks she may be passing fair with her woven golden hair a tread as light as air her smile bright as a flare yet cleverly she sets her snare for besotted victims unaware she will offer naught but despair thus travelers beware when you come upon her passing faire.

It is fair that you wear the color of mourning for we mourn the loss of your integrity, dignity, and honor, and glibly you wear the blood of the lives you so cavalierly destroy. It is right you wear the color of mourning for you have disgraced your duty, and slaughtered our rights so smugly. It is just that you wear the color of mourning for within your courts all justice as died, and you deprived the people of there free will. But though the color of mourning suits you, you should be stripped of your robes, denied the black of your office. You should be marched through the cities clad only in your birthright and whipped as you pass those you have arrogantly denied.

Invite me to your funeral so I can dance upon your grave praise the day you breathed your last.

Majestic beauty gone as breath within the wind carried in our hearts

Breath denotes a subtle pleasure released sweet sensuality cradled within.

Inhale Exhale still waters run deep Black eyed pools oil slick lips sinking ships