I find a certain solace
In the silence of you sacrifice
Suffering sadness
Seeing certain the sanity of sick
Slowly dying
Solemn seeking
Somehow leaving
Sons-a-weeping
Sent to go, to know and soon to sail the seas of seeking.
Copyright © 2023 Rodneyayres - All Rights Reserved.
Powered by GoDaddy
We use cookies to analyze website traffic and optimize your website experience. By accepting our use of cookies, your data will be aggregated with all other user data.