Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Morning Glory

I have no story to be told.
I have no glory to be sold.
My blessing are just as my sorrows.
The limitless lines of others
The blindness of what is there.
It's the dark places that I find peace.
Every place found in the light,
You will find the hardest fight.
I have no story to be told.
Blood was traded for a street of gold.