The Head Strong WillHistorical
09 Sep 2015
The moss illuminates off the trees in the bitter spring
Dead leaves lay upon the ground
Where green grass should be
Only a touch of kindness would bring it to life, which will come
Like the youth which comes with a vengeance, pushing the old into the ground
Lost until the young realize it is to late
Late is just the word
For we forget what they have done and we inherit.