RECOGNITION

The Clouds

With A Chance

They Erase

Every Chase

By Our Race

With A Slow Pace, In A Brace

Which Withhold's

What's Not Told

In Our Story

Not Our Glory

Hangs Behind

On Our Spine

Cripples Us Slowly

Not One Face

A Darker Place

Kept Hidden

And Forbidden

To Hide

What's Deep Inside

If Let Out

It Will Sprout

And Consume

From Within

The Sin

God Forgive The Truth

We've Lied

Confession Booth,

Try To Coincide

With Our Pride

Is It Wrong

To Be Strong

Don't Look Back

At Our Track

Make Anew

That Is True

From Our Own

Point Of View?

Perceptive,

Look Into It

Reflective,

Is What You'll Get

Staring Back

To The Past

No Longer Lasts

Molds The Future

For Our Lives

By Our Crimes, Natural

Which Have Been Covered

Slaughtered

Beyond The Point

Of Recognition.

Lee Stone