Up on the hillside the lone tot recants
The vow made in lust to the one who's free.
For love is not real when all's blood and plants.
A reality this boy can now see.
He looks to the left to the horizon,
a confederacy of dunces say
or so his tools claim, a false liaison.
Nothing is true without the light of day.
So the toy soldier was one with the wind.
This heart that he holds his spirit rescinds.
Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 2:40 PM UTC
Up on the hillside the lone tot recants
The vow made in lust to the one who's free.
For love is not real when all's blood and plants.
A reality this boy can now see.
He looks to the left to the horizon,
a confederacy of dunces say
or so his tools claim, a false liaison.
Nothing is true without the light of day.
So the toy soldier was one with the wind.
This heart that he holds his spirit rescinds.
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