z_x_silas

soil

its the first day of summer
even though the sky cries and thunders
yet i still wonder
when did we stop being lovers
i uses to love you more than my brother
wanted you to protect my children like a mother
i praised you and held you higher than myself
we were together for adoration not wealth
i was in the right place wrong time
innocence's is my only crime
you were my personal shrine
somethings not right
cry myself to sleep every night
cry at the first sign of daylight
its like i dont even know you anymore
whats our future have in store
nothing evermore
no more joy or delight
now we just fight
im tired of the pain and hysteria
what ever happen to us...
America
its the first day of summer
even though the sky cries and thunders
its no wonder
we uses to be lovers.

--Z.Silas Herrera