I walk down the halls check all of the rooms
Everything in its right place clean sharp corners to sleep
No one’s getting round my eye on my keep
It took so many years to get it right
Each timber a flight from some new life
I made it safe I made it sound
Safe walls that rose from solid ground
I wonder though am I afraid these walls that surround of mortal clay
They keep everything out except what I’ve let in
The cast is growing smaller patience growing thin
These hands were good these hands held strong
How quickly they built a mocking bird’s song
I’ve got a castle now fill it with all my pets of prey
They are the only ones I can count on not to come back at the end of the day
I made it safe I made it sound
Safe walls that rose from solid ground
I wonder though am I afraid these walls that surround of mortal clay
They keep everything out except what I’ve let in
The cast is growing smaller patience growing thin
To build a home is a sacred thing
They say build it in your heart where you can be king
But what of your heart its state and its place
Making decisions in the dark hidden from the light of days
The perfect sanctuary respite reprieve
Who knows behind a darkling gate what we come to believe
I made it safe I made it sound
Safe walls that rose from solid ground
I wonder though am I afraid these walls that surround of mortal clay
They keep everything out except what I’ve let in
The cast is growing smaller patience growing thin
This poem is remarkable. It really painted a picture for me. I have no doubt you will do the same with your books.
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Thank you so much. It has actually been adated into a piano piece as well. If you would like to listen just let me know i could always email you a copy.
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Yes. That would be great. I cannot wait to hear it put into piano.
Thank you.
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This poem is remarkable. It really painted a picture for me. I have no doubt your books will as well.
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with broken hands each …
window without sight the …
night so dark and grim the
shadows within sight beckon
light to shine through open
doors …
and thank you for your visit to my world … ks
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Those are some amazing lines what poem is that? Yours?
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Nice! My first thought after thinking that it was lovely in it’s sadness, was that this was a song…
Do let me know when it’s available to listen to.
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The producer I work with Devon Quelch is finishing production on the song adaptation as we speak. I will let you know when it has an available link.
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I loved every moment I spent reading this. I think I’ll go spend another.
Thank you for sharing your words ❤ You are not alone.
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Thank you so much for taking the time to read my work.
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