OF all the souls that Angels create,
I have been blessed with one -
Who kindly opened his gate,
To shine his Morning Sun.
Of when that Time was -
I hearken to his gentle hand,
And it's beckoning applause,
Written in the sand.
Of the warring on that front,
I take the Banner of thee
And after Love's stunt -
I'll drag it down with me.
Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 11:34 AM UTC
OF all the souls that Angels create,
I have been blessed with one -
Who kindly opened his gate,
To shine his Morning Sun.
Of when that Time was -
I hearken to his gentle hand,
And it's beckoning applause,
Written in the sand.
Of the warring on that front,
I take the Banner of thee
And after Love's stunt -
I'll drag it down with me.
"So lift it up! Like a Banner! Hold it up o'er me! If this war is never-ending, I'll take this Love down with me!"
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