Poetry
My heart is as black as night.
As the sun rises
After the bombs have fallen
Erie is silent.
A new day rises
In hope that we learn
From our mistakes from yesterday.
With no past, there is no future
Poetry
My heart is as black as night.
As the sun rises
After the bombs have fallen
Erie is silent.
A new day rises
In hope that we learn
From our mistakes from yesterday.
With no past, there is no future
