When prophets run…
By: James Alexander Young, Sept 28, 2014
Like a prophet on his journey
I wander the roads in search of my life
I gaze and I blaze a trail in search of that one special thing
That thing that is old as smoke
With embers releasing footprints of carbon upon the wind
While lives are spent lost and lingering within the narrows
The prophet he seeks his flock to share
In their splendor of adulations and relations
Upon his brow is furrowed years of wisdom like knowledge
To advance the one true goal of all who sees him
To which when it then appears for the rest of their/your days
It would be said:
-There’s Days lived Free and Long
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 12:10 AM UTC
When prophets run…
By: James Alexander Young, Sept 28, 2014
Like a prophet on his journey
I wander the roads in search of my life
I gaze and I blaze a trail in search of that one special thing
That thing that is old as smoke
With embers releasing footprints of carbon upon the wind
While lives are spent lost and lingering within the narrows
The prophet he seeks his flock to share
In their splendor of adulations and relations
Upon his brow is furrowed years of wisdom like knowledge
To advance the one true goal of all who sees him
To which when it then appears for the rest of their/your days
It would be said:
-There’s Days lived Free and Long
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