Neither the soul lies in wait or My mind hangs by bloodied stakes No not me is forced in restriction for Through light comes a love which Is neither clothed or naked but Protected by the ones who live within it.
Through the apparitions of former Ones, lying awake in the wake of history Castle tops spin their stones weary from The sun and all of its penetrating waves Pedestrians on their kneels wailing for A forgiveness they truly don't have to beg to give.
We walked through forests of mist and Stones wet from the tears of ones who have lost I nod toward the mountain where the fountain Rests in a serenity of mysterious eternity where Infinity dances alone with her bells and her brother Hell whose hot to trot for inside he wishes he had Never put up his hands and fought.
How we got to this world of foreign ways and Mistaken miseries, I will never know, but the Tired baby with all her maybes makes me wonder If the dawn was made for her and her only.
These many people who wander through the streets, Their faces shining but their souls beat, Out loud I scream but no sound doth come from my mouth, If I stay here much longer I don't think I will last a month, For friends are shaking in their nil to none accounts and The roads are being paved for the next with their hex They wear with pride but they do not truly know where High markings come from or where it future blow.
Hours sleep amongst the sands of time with pillows Crafted from the mice of the coming millenium with Their whiskers, their greying eyes and their jet black Hair and inside they bear a weight which we can never Know, it hangs on their necks like a child's red bow but So we are christened by the highest of saintly prayers, Whisked away to forgiveness, though few refuse to hear The chimes of euphoric illusion, a shining diamond, a Pool green as peacocks feather robes, nodding off for soon We will all have to go.
Libraries hold the old shelves of thought of masteries Gripping tight the leather and the cloth administered by Their ministries, ordered by the highest sect. to break the Mold, though too far and regress forward into a high Revolution of solutions by chance of creating a medallion of New toys for the nots to be curious about and later be shot Admitted in the eyes of the clouds and the sun and all of nature Piles of bone and skin and blood and elastic tendons we hold True to the one attribute that is acute enough to carry home, Though where exactly too, hope to see quite soon.