Can a light give off its glow,
if no power makes its flow?
Can a rose give off its beauty,
if not pruned with simple duty?
Can a river quench a thirst,
if its very source is cursed?
Can a house stand tall and strong,
if its very base is wrong?
Can a mirror show a face,
if a lie has clouded its space?
Can a song be sweet to hear,
if its notes are born of fear?
Can you and I love our neighbors as one would embrace themselves,
if our love is just an empty shell, placed on a dusty shelf?
When it’s agenda-driven, a betrayal, a pitfall, "Much Said"...... ©
Michael Powers
"STYXX ON FIRE"
Aug 3, 2025
Aug 3, 2025 at 8:25 AM UTC
Can a light give off its glow,
if no power makes its flow?
Can a rose give off its beauty,
if not pruned with simple duty?
Can a river quench a thirst,
if its very source is cursed?
Can a house stand tall and strong,
if its very base is wrong?
Can a mirror show a face,
if a lie has clouded its space?
Can a song be sweet to hear,
if its notes are born of fear?
Can you and I love our neighbors as one would embrace themselves,
if our love is just an empty shell, placed on a dusty shelf?
When it’s agenda-driven, a betrayal, a pitfall, "Much Said"...... ©
Michael Powers
"STYXX ON FIRE"
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