You, the invisible country
I have only read about;
Me, the half-veiled truth
That your words would rout.
You, the fettering bond,
With silken thread of chain;
Me, the evasive bird,
Comes circling round, again.
Give the land a name,
So it's heart, to frame;
Give the bird a seed,
Not caged, by distant deeds.
Jul 5, 2010
Jul 5, 2010 at 2:49 PM UTC
You, the invisible country
I have only read about;
Me, the half-veiled truth
That your words would rout.
You, the fettering bond,
With silken thread of chain;
Me, the evasive bird,
Comes circling round, again.
Give the land a name,
So it's heart, to frame;
Give the bird a seed,
Not caged, by distant deeds.
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