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These streets are no place
To hide, they are too bright
And far too wide
And all the houses here beside
The doors too narrow
For our stride
In caves forgotten we may
Yet dwell, I knew them once
So very well, all of the tales
A child could tell, this way to heaven
This way to hell
My heart sees shelter in
The gloom, I cry by night and
Bow to moon, and should my flowers
Too quickly bloom, my soul is wasted
Far too soon
And should my flowers
Too quickly bloom, my soul is wasted
Far too soon
© Helen Valentina 2015, All Rights Reserved
My favorite lines were ‘So very well, all of the tales/A child could tell, this way to heaven/This way to hell.” It made me think of Sunday school at a Christian church and the lessons children are taught about God and Jesus. Great piece!
Thank you so much, that is very kind! 🙂 🙂