Some Words Escaping

Two hundred archers shoot their arrows
Straight into the hearts of long lost lovers.
Down old roads to oblivion we ramble,
Hungry and ragged though they’re paved with gold,
Our footfalls hit heavy, and heavy heads are held tall.
The unsaved become the saviours.

One Response to “Some Words Escaping”

  1. Victoria Says:

    The saviours aren’t who we expect, rather who we need
    We need those we don’t even know
    Those we love are needed most of all
    Look after them, and come cause i want you to
    i love you

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