Simon Collins - A Word For The Lost

No family
comes to love
though called
low and above
like the god
they call Shiva
destroyed
inside they all die
wondering what
just happened
with this one shot
of experience
to dance
through time
but they have
committed the crime
of the chosen
plunging the burnt
spears of power
deep inside
cutting the voice
of compassion
yet its silence sings
softly for you
dear child
reciting your freedom
to dream
and so by ether
we connect
to share the magnificent
together

Simon Collins

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