Lift my body up and cut the strings
The carnal maladies digest my energies
Mirror, close your eyes and don’t reflect
This stunning ship once prime, now in neglect
Searching for a Captain just prior to the wreck
Lift my body up with soft, pink, wings
Weightless I will smell the gifts of Spring
Clouds shall hide the judgment from below
On wings I shall fly gleefully; circumstances apropos
Have not my contributions justified cause for quid pro quo?
Lift my body up and reveal my heart so pure
Unveil purpose and direction, of which I am unsure
Mirror now can shine and expose all
Lost of all encumbrances, I place judgments on the wall
Divinity now answers; your sands of time still fall
Nov 13, 2010
Nov 13, 2010 at 3:17 PM UTC
Lift my body up and cut the strings
The carnal maladies digest my energies
Mirror, close your eyes and don’t reflect
This stunning ship once prime, now in neglect
Searching for a Captain just prior to the wreck
Lift my body up with soft, pink, wings
Weightless I will smell the gifts of Spring
Clouds shall hide the judgment from below
On wings I shall fly gleefully; circumstances apropos
Have not my contributions justified cause for quid pro quo?
Lift my body up and reveal my heart so pure
Unveil purpose and direction, of which I am unsure
Mirror now can shine and expose all
Lost of all encumbrances, I place judgments on the wall
Divinity now answers; your sands of time still fall
copyright LoriJean Vance 10/2010
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