Do flower petals fall to earth
and wither dry come autumn's blow
or does it swing between the winds
And lay beneath the winter's snow?
Come and taste the nurtured vine
the sweet it holds like sun dried grapes
and through the years this cup of mine
poured into hearts for all to taste.
Here the shadows come to life
and work against the hues of black
in hopes to turn a shade more light
Become alive, a heart it lacks.
Death decends with sythe and robe
Cutting down the narrow road
and laying seige to wondrous lands
by taking captive all the hope.
See the moon rise from the east
reach her apex in the sky
and all the clouds like history gone
reveal the stars which shine so bright.
A faith sweeps fast across the shores
jumping nations, touching clans
and like a child's innocence
it turns us all into pious men.
Nov 18, 2010
Nov 18, 2010 at 11:54 AM UTC
Do flower petals fall to earth
and wither dry come autumn's blow
or does it swing between the winds
And lay beneath the winter's snow?
Come and taste the nurtured vine
the sweet it holds like sun dried grapes
and through the years this cup of mine
poured into hearts for all to taste.
Here the shadows come to life
and work against the hues of black
in hopes to turn a shade more light
Become alive, a heart it lacks.
Death decends with sythe and robe
Cutting down the narrow road
and laying seige to wondrous lands
by taking captive all the hope.
See the moon rise from the east
reach her apex in the sky
and all the clouds like history gone
reveal the stars which shine so bright.
A faith sweeps fast across the shores
jumping nations, touching clans
and like a child's innocence
it turns us all into pious men.