One wears the wages of sin
As war's protecting bibs
Where arrowheads of flight
Cannot pierce the pump within
Taste the salt upon the sea
The sea where sins are drowned
Upon the hearts that sit on sleeves
The head of smiles we crown
Back across the cross we bear
Hear the pounding of the condemned
Perhaps we will never be more
Than the crown of thorns we wear
So the cherry tree has fallen
It's bark black with disease
Lime should cure the problem
I will be planting trees
Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 3:38 AM UTC
One wears the wages of sin
As war's protecting bibs
Where arrowheads of flight
Cannot pierce the pump within
Taste the salt upon the sea
The sea where sins are drowned
Upon the hearts that sit on sleeves
The head of smiles we crown
Back across the cross we bear
Hear the pounding of the condemned
Perhaps we will never be more
Than the crown of thorns we wear
So the cherry tree has fallen
It's bark black with disease
Lime should cure the problem
I will be planting trees
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