When time,
Is wasted away,
And thoughts,
Are slowly forgotten,
Who is going to save us?
Who is going to save you?
When memories,
Are pointless,
And dreams,
Are easily lost,
When love,
Is taken advantage of,
And feelings,
Become meaningless,
Who is going to save us?
Who is going to save you?
When emotions,
Are numbed completely,
And tears,
Are dried away,
When words,
Slowly lose their meaning,
And sentences,
Slowly fall apart,
Who is going to save us?
Who is going to save you?
When poems,
Become anonymous,
And rhymes,
Loose their rhythm,
Who is going to save you?
I will be,
Far too busy,
Writing freely,
Loving deeply,
Caring humbly,
Remembering the good times,
Dreaming sweetly,
Living my life slowly,
To save you or the world.
When poems,
Become anonymous,
And rhymes,
Loose their rhythm,
Who is going to save you?
This was my favorite stanza. I thought over all you did a good job with this piece, I just don't know if I am hot on the repeating line in the first 5 stanzas, maybe if you had left it to every other one, but tthat is just my opinion.