Ramblings..

"Ramblings of a diseased mind"

Voices, tiny voices
That no one hears but me...

Silent, almost silent
But I can hear their plea...

For sun and water, dirt and growth
To simply be left be.
From eager hands with sharpened shears;
a death they can not flee...

Songs, fading songs
From throats you could not see...

Silance, deadly silence
Once beautiful and free...

Which life is worth the most?
-All are, can`t you see?
And that my dear is why I cried
When you cut that rose for me...

~Grizzmo