Tears of labour

Tears of labour

The moment is real enough, it seems light as snow,
preparing the mix of life is slow and who does know,
the echoeing flow, flow, flow..u should go,
and i pearce back from the future to scream ..No!

The tears of labour attract none to see,
the bearing emotions of tears in me, .."I can't see",
and dont ask, it hurts more each time u see,
please release me ..brake my heart free!

I am dulled by the echo's of life that surrounds me,
I dont care to see anything more in me,
my heart has filled the brim free in me,
and i cant see the love once found in me..help me!

It's not that we never try, I try every day,
and every day seems so far away that day,
intensional delay every day, day by day,
and you would think someone would have something to say!

I am the breath that escapes my freedom to live,
I have barrely one last breath to give,
and over and over in one cycle to live,
mere words emenate.. to forgive and give and live!

My tears of labour devours your audiance,
so to often to see the glorious radiance in an instance,
to break all defiance and unrelentlesly give confidence,
so that tears too can be called brilliance and intollerance to ignorance…

My tears of labour…My tears of labour…My tears of labour…