I find myself looking into your fortress

I find myself looking into your fortress
As if it were my future too – as things stand
I can’t see any hope for you

– I know, I know what you wish for in your heart
But you have no key to open the door
The world is in fast mode and won’t wait
And nights are designed like steps going gently down

If you want to believe in something
You must, you must go back to the beginning
And fight your way back into the Alamo

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances. View all posts by blackbird212012