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One Tree on the Hill

Cracked and  broken
( dead or dyin )

One saint comes to meditate

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Sing a song if you still can

See birds a flyin cross clear skies

If you can hear the maiden sighing
Blissfully

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The saint sits beneath the Tree

In clarity he hears the cryin

Invokes  all the sacred Names

Callin out in vain

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Smoke signals

Intuition

Mothers ' hopes and fathers' fears

Drifting aimlessly it seems

But striving yet to come together

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Is it just the bitter End ?

Is it Alien invasion ?

Is it but psychopathic greed ?

Or just our childish ways ?

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The broken Tree
( dead or dyin )

The saint comes to Meditate

Even if it is too late

The saint comes to meditate

Just to keep the Vision clear

And to set the story down

Full and complete

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The Cradle of Night has Broken,
the Light comes falling Down,
the Ravens start to Gather,
in every Tree around,
their Caw it calls to Morning,
Bring forth the Day's embrace,
the yawning stretch of Day light,
peeks through it's shiny face
through puffs of cloudy pillows,
the Sky has come awake
from dark and dreamy slumber,
the Stars have gone to Sleep,
except for One remembers
to Shine it's Light beneath.