The wind blew open my heart’s door
I cursed, and slammed it shut once more.
I cried atop a ravaged hill
Till only silence made me still.
And in that silence grew a voice –
Victim or victor was my choice.
Poetic Fire – Song & Satire
The wind blew open my heart’s door
I cursed, and slammed it shut once more.
I cried atop a ravaged hill
Till only silence made me still.
And in that silence grew a voice –
Victim or victor was my choice.