When we were innocent children
In the magic stage of life
We were justified in our victim stance
That drove our need for flight
Now we answer to an inner voices
Call it what you shall
Call it Mother, call it God
Call it the lines which we tread upon
Cross we dare in our hearts despair
Still I pray not to find you there...
Aug 5, 2013
Aug 5, 2013 at 3:25 PM UTC
When we were innocent children
In the magic stage of life
We were justified in our victim stance
That drove our need for flight
Now we answer to an inner voices
Call it what you shall
Call it Mother, call it God
Call it the lines which we tread upon
Cross we dare in our hearts despair
Still I pray not to find you there...
Traveler Tim
re to 10-17
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