The good pushes its way to the outside
To stand on the shoulder of where once hidden
And cries in its sails
As it flies away into the eternal light
If good is willing it will find its home
But in its belief it has no place
It will never though return to the hidden
Just hang over the thought of the feeling
Aug 15, 2017
Aug 15, 2017 at 7:45 AM UTC
The good pushes its way to the outside
To stand on the shoulder of where once hidden
And cries in its sails
As it flies away into the eternal light
If good is willing it will find its home
But in its belief it has no place
It will never though return to the hidden
Just hang over the thought of the feeling
At this moment I feel I stand by my own side in wonder
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