Dusty roads lead beyond the mountain pass
Waterfalls with gurgling rush of foam
Tristan, won't you follow me?
The truth awaits us back in the woods
The gory reminder of our eventful lives.
The morning sun rising above the earth
Rays of light hit the still calm water
The heart of life, the essence forgotten.
Collect your tears in a golden ***
Save it for a day when grief's afoot.
The breaking dawn brings the unforgivable truth
When will the birds start their song?
Far beneath the layers of the earth
Tucked into some corner, oblivious
Our names embedded in red.
What destruction we have wrought!
The unquenchable quest for wisdom
Blinded by worldly desires.
Our unholy crimes to Mother Earth
Will Her scars give us remission for our misdeeds?
Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 8:29 AM UTC
Dusty roads lead beyond the mountain pass
Waterfalls with gurgling rush of foam
Tristan, won't you follow me?
The truth awaits us back in the woods
The gory reminder of our eventful lives.
The morning sun rising above the earth
Rays of light hit the still calm water
The heart of life, the essence forgotten.
Collect your tears in a golden ***
Save it for a day when grief's afoot.
The breaking dawn brings the unforgivable truth
When will the birds start their song?
Far beneath the layers of the earth
Tucked into some corner, oblivious
Our names embedded in red.
What destruction we have wrought!
The unquenchable quest for wisdom
Blinded by worldly desires.
Our unholy crimes to Mother Earth
Will Her scars give us remission for our misdeeds?
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