as we talk,
we are wasting away,
walls they stand,
while we sit and wait,
for the rays of the sun,
to bring us life………….
We wonder what was the cause of the wars,
angels fall but no broken bones,
Trees of greed who planted the seeds.
all that’s left are the prophesies
heads are rolling down a parted sea
land divide themselves
the rivers flow………….
Ships are built,
and they start to trade,
guns are made,
now your a slave,
it is [mourning] as they leave RIVER NUN.
Copyright Vonj 2015
these expressions came through my HEART. I have written these pieces to fit in within a musical format. What you read here has already been Musically recorded, I hope you enjoy these messages family. Love;Vonj