MusingsPoetry

The House

Wake every morning,
To the same faces,
Same situations,
Same fading hope
And to say same prayers
We desire a change
When would the difference occur?
When would the house receive its crown?
For now I close my eyes to sleep once more
I hope to see the difference when I awake.

Why not share?
Tags

Related Articles

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

Check Also

Close
Back to top button
error: Content is protected !!
Close
Close