When the Shadows Came

I want to know when I stopped looking at the sky.
When I stopped believing;
When I let all the time slip by...

I want to know when the birds quit their flight.
When the flowers stopped their bloom;
When the day scared me as much as the night...

I want to know when the trees quit dancing with the wind
When the sun started to hide from the day
When all of my thoughts turned to sin...

Was it always this way?

~~ by: Deevious

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