The Fort
Its evening and the sky is red
The soldiers have now gone to bed
Into the past long ago
They stood on the fort all aglow
Only my footsteps now on the ground
Treading on the rubble as I look around
Soon I’m in my special place
Where memories food with awesome grace
I like to look up to the sun
And try to touch it because it’s fun
If only I could hold it tight
And squeeze it hard with all my might
I look for things that are many foal
As I search for my self in my inner soul
I climb on up right to the top
So I can look around the lot
As I leave this place it seems quite black
As I walk away I can’t look back
I go back home to my boring life
The pain, the agro, the trouble and strife
