Right when she betters herself
she falls sickening with the blade of a razor clenched in her hands
Holding onto that piece of metal
As if her life depended on it.

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                          ­^^^       ^^    ^^^

••

and the bird sails thru the sky
and the smoke from the 1000 fires rising

Tell us a story , Daddy                                      
A story of love                          

••

She wanders centuries of grace and shame
She has been loved by peasant boy and king

Still she wanders
On and on

•

She is your mother !                                    
My children !                        

                                     //

We met in a dream

•  •

In the nighttime stars shall guide us thru
To the holy places and the city avenues

To the world as it is supposed to be

(  We are meant to be free  )  

Free for
                                     Love

•••

Thanks for the story , Daddy
We will strive

To keep love's true meaning alive

Love is something we will not betray

As the bird is flying thru the sky

And the smoke from the 1000 fires start to rise