Thrown into a dark poem,
with no way out
living a lie to me and to Thine.
Entrapped by the wordsmiths,
hopelessly confused by the many voices.
Riddletown was my next stop... until
The Poet reached down and spoke Life,
Truth's light, shaping a new Creation, singing an Eternal Song.
with no way out
living a lie to me and to Thine.
Entrapped by the wordsmiths,
hopelessly confused by the many voices.
Riddletown was my next stop... until
The Poet reached down and spoke Life,
Truth's light, shaping a new Creation, singing an Eternal Song.
