The Poet

Time has come for the tender hearts to bleed.
Time to let the souls scream of thier sorrow.
Tis time for the darkness within be shown some light.
To speak of age old pasts.
To listen with that of different ears.
To feel the pain that is not of the skin.
Tis time to speak of that of the fears that lie within.
Of the secrets of your heart be unlocked.
Come friend.
Tell us what lies on your mind.
What aches your heart and what gives you joy and let your voice join that of the packs.