In the darkness….
Many in the Darkness November 1941
We sat in the park, but there was a war between us,
A dead moon over us and all around us
The shy and secret whisperings as of the tiny
Woods animals which in the high forest gather
Wind-fallen goods before the frost comes.
We praised as lucky all whose sure existence
(As of the careless moon, the dutiless squirrels)
Is not responsible for human history—
Feeling how our happiness, how hope must mount
Machine guns which other men yet have the firing of,
How liberty is seen in the form of a fighter plane
Millions look up asking, Is it ours?
Our despair was temporary but not less painful.
Over us the moon was quiet about its business,
Pouring its constant light upon the naked beaches.
The squirrels built up their small defenses
Obliged to the fulfillment of a natural process.
Their leaf-lined cell, the brilliance of the moon,
The winter cannot touch and no touch tarnish.
Thomas McGrath
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January 17, 2012 at 17:01
Lost in the darkness, hoping for a sign.
Instead there is only silence,
can’t you hear my screams?
Never stop hoping,
need to know where you are,
but one thing is for sure,
you’re always in my heart.
I’ll find you somewhere.
I’ll keep on trying until my dying day.
I just need to know whatever has happened,
the truth will free my soul.
Lost in the darkness, try to find your way home.
I want to embrace you and never let you go.
Almost hope you’re in heaven so no one can hurt your soul.
Living in agony cause I just do not know
where you are.
Wherever you are, I won’t stop searching.
Whatever it takes, I need to know.
I’ll find you somewhere.
I’ll keep on trying until my dying day.
I just need to know whatever has happened,
the truth will free my soul.
Within Temptation – Somewhere
January 17, 2012 at 17:02
January 17, 2012 at 17:57
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