
To whose words should I listen I often do ask. The man so embittered by the wrongs from the past. A person with feelings not cold to the core. Just resentful of time for the storm seen once more.
Yet whilst few choose to hear stern warnings outside. A guilt we all share yet still seem to divide. We sow all our seeds in a place they wont grow. Our mind grows more weary as we pass on our woe.
To whose words should I listen when no one is speaking. A silence that shows it’s too late for teaching. Eyes drawn in towards sweet ego boost lights. No morals or heart just a screen that shines bright.
To whose words should I listen when tarnished with fear. The voice of the voiceless drowning in tears.