I am a living statue, set in stone to play a part With that never changing smile, with that never beating heart I feel their eyes upon me, yet they pass on by
By Elisha Neale5 years ago in Poets
We played our parts as Kings or Pawns We danced to the melody of broken dreams and empty promises We could have one more night; give me one more dance
I am blue Not because I feel sad But because of my depth of character I am yellow Not because I lack courage But because I seek peace and choose to stand down
