Sister, Stand here with me

Stand Here With Me is a little poem I wrote while listening to some nice rock songs and alternative songs. Most times writers get inspiration from their environment and surroundings but some get theirs from every aspect of living. I am an example of such; I think I see things in a very different way from others. I could write an article from anything ranging from a bird pecking on a tree, a man sleeping with his mouth open in a bus, the sound of a stereo system inches away from me, the color of a lady’s bra and many more.

Anyway,read up this poem I call ‘Stand Here With Me‘ and tell me what you feel.

Stand here with me

Can’t stop my sacrifice, nothing lasts forever

One last breath, won’t go home without you

Wake up call, who’s got my back?

Little of your time

Freedom fighter makes me wonder

Bullets, if I never see your face again

Stand Here With Me

With arms wide open she will be loved

Young grow old, this love inside us all wash away the years

Wake up call

Higher, makes me wonder

With arms wide open she will be loved and never die

Stand Here With Me

Hello faceless man, wrong way

I say sweetest goodbye on this beautiful Sunday morning

What if I must get out?

Are you ready for this love?

One of us isn’t coming home so what’s this life for?

Secret ain’t no sunshine

Sister, wasted years unforgivable

The Sun becomes an illusion in America

Stand Here With Me

Harder to breathe but get pity for a dime

Tangled in my own prison I’m through with you and your ode

Don’t care if you get torn and shiver on this Highway to Hell

If I fell under the Sun it’ll be harder to breathe

But she’ll be loved on this beautiful Sunday morning

Stand Here With Me

This love, this love, this love makes it harder to breathe

Rag doll, sweetest goodbye

Not coming home… I’m through with you

So what do you think? Hope you enjoyed it?

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