Monday’s Mourning

Monday’s mourning 

Knocks on your door 

pounds you down 

and the wind blows 

while you take the blow 

The dream flows naturally 

Like a river  

But they’ve turned the lights off 

For good some say 

And you still wonder 

Who has the whole world 

In his hands 

Who prays with hands together? 

Weeping willows hang with hunger 

Barely touching the ground 

Roots miss love. 

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