deliciouslampshades

Crosses on a road seem so lonesome at the night drivin' by a soul forgotten after the first sight does it remain where it is kept or does it journey on where broken tears stay wet or where there is no right or wrong Graes without names stare out into a field where choirs once sang and followers would kneel the angels would sing the children would laugh but now they are gone like smoke amongst the ash empty churches sit high on the hills where drouts run rampid and rivers stay still trash covers the land and faith is lost while factories pour smoke into the air filling our lungs with a toxic frost.