It was all over the news today, oh boy.
In these times of frozen hearts,
The well of sorrow is deep,
And children find it hard to sleep.
What once was seems to be sleeping,
Lost In a strange world of dreams,
Even nightmares.
The snow flies,
The ice creeps,
Stealing away breath.
Songs and words are lost,
And the children find it hard to sleep.
When the world is painted Orange,
Somehow it will be blue.
Let the Angels fly to heaven,
Carrying songs and poems for all the children,
For those with soft hearts,
Kind minds,
And some shred of decency left upon the cold hard ground.
Words, words, words..
I still wonder what they are worth.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 01/09/2026
Regards,
Dan Stafford
Dan Stafford