The shadow down from the hills

Speak to me, teacher from long ago
Tell me why you let me go
You were already corrupt, you and your crow
You were also weak in the blood night flow

To teach you did not know how
Teach yourselves and let the shadows grow
There was no aim to fulfil your role
You were self-absorbed in your own goal

But the shadows that came down from the hills
That flooded the town with tears
You didn’t give your time to understand
You let them slip through your hands

Yet shining a light on the shadows you’d see
It’s light and colour revealed

The so called teachers of my youth
Always so aloof
The so called teachers of my soul
Always so cold

Did you think you just had to be there?
Like a gravestone on a grave
The dead teach but only one thing
That life is short
And death is in reach

The river of life
Flows right through you
While your heart and mouth stay shut

If you were born from the shadows like me
Beware of bad teachers that just let you bleed

Author: blackbird212012

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

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