Hidden Shadows

“Hidden Shadows”

Break down the walls as we prepare to die
Travel where the loners lie
Masked in tears and blood
Closely knit figures become undone
In a time of pain and hate
Every sorry has come too late
Because these foreign beggars
Have drifted a far
They wear a heart on their sleeve
Because they have no more time to grieve.
They sing their songs on old, worn guitars
And write their name among the stars
They have nothing left
Killed by a enemy theft
The scraps of a broken soul
Charred, and burned, the dust of coal
They’re just an image falling in the air
With eyes of a steady scare
Because no one’s been there to hold their hand
No one’s helped them when they could no longer stand
So they sit and let their tears drop
Just waiting for the pain to stop
And they’ve never broken; they only bend
Weeping in the shadows until the end.
~Alta Wamsganz