My Silver Coins

Silver coins shining so bright in the chest of lights what gives people the right at night to creep in like a thief and take  your life? They cut you like a knife with their words and take you to hell without a thought of what is down the road. Tears flow down the face of those whose silver they have stolen. They shiver with the mind of uneasement of how hard and cold these souls are without a ace in the whole not a kettle or pot to be told. Jingle around and make the sound of music that can't be found from away down below. Your love of money,honey is the road map  to no place to go and no where to be told. Love of money gets old with nothing to be sold. Drugs keep you going so your mind speaks so. This will cause your soul to fall as the rug is pulled out from under your feet. The pill you put in your mouth is not the way out. No one to be found just the South bird flying away down town don't go around he has become a hound.  Written by Judith Collins.