haikod
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Nov 26, 2008
- Messages
- 499
What's the cost
when hope is lost
in a tradesman's den?
The price is life in
a repetition of trials to spend.
looking forward, glancing at the door
i pocket my hands, i resign my mind's sore.
for cecilia, my sweet, you are adored.
saint cecilia, wont you hear my decree?
help me find the key.
while widening eyes till i realize
where i should give life to this seed.
what it is, i feel i know,
itll always grow.
no matter mother nature's wrath ,
it will endure big benjamin stacks.
i'm running fast past you
as i crawl from out this threshold.
freely my hands
refuse to grasp
the toll this world of told souls holds.
sweet cecilia lead me to the key.
while widening eyes till i realize
how rough soil spits out at me.
i know there's a tranquil place to be....
adoring love ....8)
enduring love....
guide me down the path
where even blind men see.
point out whatever is jibberish. i am messed up so that benjamin stack stanza was ad lib because i felt it needs more.
when hope is lost
in a tradesman's den?
The price is life in
a repetition of trials to spend.
looking forward, glancing at the door
i pocket my hands, i resign my mind's sore.
for cecilia, my sweet, you are adored.
saint cecilia, wont you hear my decree?
help me find the key.
while widening eyes till i realize
where i should give life to this seed.
what it is, i feel i know,
itll always grow.
no matter mother nature's wrath ,
it will endure big benjamin stacks.
i'm running fast past you
as i crawl from out this threshold.
freely my hands
refuse to grasp
the toll this world of told souls holds.
sweet cecilia lead me to the key.
while widening eyes till i realize
how rough soil spits out at me.
i know there's a tranquil place to be....
adoring love ....8)
enduring love....
guide me down the path
where even blind men see.
point out whatever is jibberish. i am messed up so that benjamin stack stanza was ad lib because i felt it needs more.
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