The Self-Saviour

by Jimmy P Aries - Not entered

Whistle  a tune,
Fall on deaf ears,
These plywood partition walls,
My only audience.
A happy little tune,
They'll believe it,
Easy deceive these prison walls.
I wanna be a fire,
I wanna burn these walls,
With me inside.
I wanna be the rain,
And save my-self,
And see my soul return
To it's prison walls,
Descend upon the damp remains.
And whistle a tune,
And everyone will listen.
The sun will rise
And everyone will listen,
To the Saviour,
To the self-saviour.

Birth sign: Not entered
Date created: 1998-07-04 00:32:50
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:40:23
Poem ID: 50075

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