The doors shut, cold echoes
No more warm bed, and no longer home
To journey through groves and streams and beaches
Now not to be alone
Test, a test, a test
Here to find rest for
all the comers, leavers, stayers, goers
For the ****** and the divine
A warm fire, a sip of wine
This all, it shines so bright
Warm light in a dark world...
Jan 8, 2012
Jan 8, 2012 at 12:13 PM UTC
The doors shut, cold echoes
No more warm bed, and no longer home
To journey through groves and streams and beaches
Now not to be alone
Test, a test, a test
Here to find rest for
all the comers, leavers, stayers, goers
For the ****** and the divine
A warm fire, a sip of wine
This all, it shines so bright
Warm light in a dark world...