A Stitch That Binds

We are all a reflection on the window of time
And a stitch in the fabric that binds us,
Singing along to hymns we don’t know
While we gradually fall far behind.
Our childhood memories give way to brick
And fields we ran through are gone,
The tide keeps changing,
Forever changing,
Washing past mistakes to our doors.
People don’t hear the words that are said
As their voices call out to the crowd
That their love is off centre
And your hate, an addiction
And a new world is kept in a box.
Where are the symphonies and where hide the dreams,
When the truth is whoever gets there first?
And lies are smiles that wait for a child
With hearts that are bought for a price.

Copyright ©RMC Mar2018. All rights reserved.

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