But you came into my life Like a flash of light through the black What you took from me I could never dream of getting back
A sigh To exhale
The nothing I feel
Indifference is a Human Disease
When the problem Addresses the judge and jury, And your guilt is as plain As the stain streaked Across your sullen hand, Take no haste - there ahead the reaper stands
I seek no embodiment of peace I venture for no land to lease I want only for my lips to reach A fair lady to smile with and kiss
We'll go down away from those city sounds Far off and past those muted hounds. Down where a running river Is made of mercurial gold; Where nothing is bought And nothing is sold.
Where I make my money Does not make me who I am. The sand does what it does, Letting its actions be its purpose.
Some are meant to live for good. Others are meant to live for evil. Whose to judge who should be stopped And who should continue? All in the name of whatever feeling or belief you've been bought into, Seeking shelter and their endless refuge.
Can you be shaped? Can you be won over? How much will it take Until you've sold out another?
Seeing double through the sad song One foot over the hill as the bullets sing A breath a fresh air - the last of the day Dreams are the best place to go When you've not much to say
A subject The problem The role of job presents itself Like a horse with one leg