Saturday, August 21, 2010
My Night and Day...
Often, sitting alone at night
when all is dark ,in a metaphorical sense
'cause day is when the hopes are bright
and night when hatred is intense
I often look at the faded pictures
of things I lost on my way here
reading the clues in those silent scriptures
of the mystery that will never be clear
of life, and things it promised me
and where I slipped to deserve these tears...
I wish i had looked around and seen
you watching me with loving eyes
and how you make my tears giggle
and make me smile with innocent lies
I wish I had known whats night and day
I wish I had seen you shine bright
and then I had known what a fool I was
to be black when I was being painted white...