DROPS OF BLOOD AT MY FEET


 Tears flow from my eyes, I wish not to care about 
 Their minds,

 There is blood flowing through my veins, blood of the 
 Related of many years.

 With every angry sound, from the time the earth started 
 Spinning around,

 As each and every battle from war, cries echo for  
 Thousands of years, with sound.

 Wounds that don't heal as they surface with time, one  
 Wrong word, explosion from the mind,

 Civilizations disappear, towns of people that once were 
 Are no more, things age and die.

 Life is an unusual adventure, travel from a place of 
 Beginning, onward to an earthly end,

 Blood spills in many ways, blood of pain, sorrow, the  
 Hurt From loved one's red every day.

 Drops of blood at my feet, they can not be seen but they 
 Visit me from painful dreams,

 Blood soaked land, drops of blood at my feet, blood on  
 The Hands of many a man.
                              Keith Garrett