The falcon rises high above the plain.
A man skips stones slow along the lakeshore.
Where is love when needed in times of pain?
How rough to walk the corridors of shame.
Seems as though I can't bear it anymore.
The falcon rises high above the plain.
The locust is damp, there can be no flame.
A mother cries for her children at war.
Where is love when needed in times of pain?
A princess ponders in watching the drain--
Am I truly the one whom he adores?
The falcon rises high above the plain.
Lovers quarrel in fields of sugarcane.
She’s flustered. He thinks it is fields of corn.
Where is love when needed in times of pain?
A man sits distraught, waiting for a train.
All the patches of his quilt have been torn;
The falcon rises high above the plain.
Where is love when needed in times of pain?
May 14, 2017
May 14, 2017 at 1:30 AM UTC
The falcon rises high above the plain.
A man skips stones slow along the lakeshore.
Where is love when needed in times of pain?
How rough to walk the corridors of shame.
Seems as though I can't bear it anymore.
The falcon rises high above the plain.
The locust is damp, there can be no flame.
A mother cries for her children at war.
Where is love when needed in times of pain?
A princess ponders in watching the drain--
Am I truly the one whom he adores?
The falcon rises high above the plain.
Lovers quarrel in fields of sugarcane.
She’s flustered. He thinks it is fields of corn.
Where is love when needed in times of pain?
A man sits distraught, waiting for a train.
All the patches of his quilt have been torn;
The falcon rises high above the plain.
Where is love when needed in times of pain?
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