Gift's all in line
Harrowed but honored
Gift's tied with twine
Half of all known, for...

Speed in a lore to you
Sweet water and the marvel of salt
In a human ring, the truth we do
The truth we have, and know is a fault

If sin ever comes to dance
Powers in love, with a new man
A new plan, for what keeps even, to an instance
With pining lip's and living perhaps, is all can

What is contrary thought, when a savior goes by?
Long talks in front of the fire, with a bit of who'se
The right old and frank, justice in sully and lye?
Long talks indeed, with a marvel for you, youth

Abc's, the truth we saw, begin here
With a faerie and a staring hope, the concern
Of watches and witches, to understand we're
A love in passing hope to a better earn to learn

Older considering can uses reach
For a word to the wise, as if a redoubt is the blessing
Gift's with a moment to spare, come by each
The next sense of didn't, a worthy sincerity lest we mean...

Works of popularity
Finish in a careful way, sense
And a secret weigh, of purpose for a city
Judges and all of a stone, will such defend?

The limits we make, for curiosity and its wealth, somber
As a fresh eye in the rain to remember all and more
Through a passion for what we call so much, humbler
The taken chaste, the opus of a dance with minds that course...

Carrying the house, for a reaching flower
Sitting in a placid pool, to remember why
Acting the fool to a worshipping mirror, with no time for sour
Promising a shadow of war, the times are a guarantee in the embarrassed sky

Maxim, and the total of response
Their ordeal of language, and the pipe of summation
Is a question left on the lips of redoubt, the chin of a haunt
Continuing with a count, that is a clue to arguably, the tradition

Why do we laugh?
When all of a song and its tender singer, is looking away
The tired eyes of composure, and the tale of all in a day, cough's
Like the instinct of a future who, is to confirm the irony, we stay?

A premonition of couth, and the taste in a happier day...
Made from silence's dreamt, the thanks of another guardian
With peace in mind, saving any hour like a sharing fate
An included fist, and a noble wave, with safety in a bottle, forming...

Oil and dates
So sweet, to remember avid
The doll's and drum's, we fate
With a babbling kiss, in a hand hid

Preeminent, the couth of a night
Letting the hopeful seem, a better call
To envision a chance, pretty to might
And handsome to wishes that fate all

Promises to hurry by
Catching on character's same
When worth is to be, a clash of why
Can't a harmony seek a fated name

Fated to tell the story
Of a care set adrift
In the water's of conscience, condition and query
Forth a form of reason's, we take to eyes to lift

A thankful poise
A chancing here and now, with ever in mind
A challenge to us, the bother of choices
Adding honor, with a curiosity's kind

Likewise I'm sure
Being a sporadic and callous fate
Through the envy of the wind, to brace and save curiosity
The language of money has appeared, with a comely sate

Busy is the name of the game
Burden is the count of hand and some
Belief is a rendering hope, to season a wakeful fame
Being is a question left to autonomy, the ire's of whole and done

Seeing the condone, the fruit of poise...
Will a shrewd or subtlety of composure
Seek the charisma of another, the order of clash or choice?
The priority of dignity has become, the selection of purity...

Invite it in...
And save the seldom, with a rise of condition
Make the ilk of compromises, the ordeal of silence
And know their friendship in the step of stead, is fruition...

Notions to excel, nations to weal
The richness of opportunity, is a waiting conversation
Of comparison to endurance, that if a question to heal
Was a night of decency and resolution archaic enough, to lend or lead mellifluent sin?

Paces of moments, and the craving of a brand new day
Taken to exception in the now, the benign to tell a wiser tale
Of wishes and summations speed, seen in the cause of may
The integrity of psyche, that has spent the reach of prowess, with a need's dream to never fail?

Wholly, why?
Did you think Carry a tool?
Meant better, without spice, with wine
When a moment feel's better, is proof a fool...?

Maybe now, instead of later
A shrewd are, with tongue to save
A risking same, to a life to cater...
Has the succinct moment's until day's...

Time in a shrill noise
Bared climate, we stir in novelty
Living for, we'll, a stilled voice
With a nuance in a caught lip, cruelty?

Sung in verse, we know the taste
Inch by inch, a cold earthen stare
Merely the choice of vice to haste
A music we affirm may, begin a charity

Show me a richer man, mayhem
Under the light's of couth's language, so keen
Asking for necessity's waters, a poignant whim
With a pet bird to wait and watch, the craving for been...

Theory in a remark
Scented with the oils of the land
Sweeter harboring, and joy to defend an ark
Of whispers and integrity seen, as a doll to hands

Many eyes to confirm...
The tow of simplicity in a wishes run
To silence and back, the promise we earn
Kindred of a fancy and the cares of seasons that come

My dolly is a reason to dance
The done and the order of some, to rally a poise
On the cheek of also, and its smiles reliance
Will become a seem and a heroic demand, for my choices

Your dolly is a question to God
Necessity with a coping air, the told and the risks of virtue
Is the presence of the lime light we foretold, by limit or nod
In a creation of vice, so profound a lip, that it doesn't do?

Our dolly is an angel, with time on their hands
A quiet jest to tell the future, in a callous way, our conscience
Is in the hands of a climate to love, a requited land
That kept our liberty's help, like the thought of a day to come to an end?

Who won the race?
Long time no see and the count of hope at the winner's circle
A gift of unity to quench a personality's thirst, or the good idea of friends to last
Has a special time been, the church of need forth sense in heed, a friend even will?

Pretty on heel
Tomorrow we propose a gentler home...
In courage and corrected sincerity, we feel
The integrity of when, should be our simple atone

If not simplicity itself
Through the powers that ponder
And consideration of rights to its wealth
The bounce of your step will do, a place for wonder?

Saving the times, with aim's risk of appalling glares
Of eyes that knew too much, for two and little to be
Sound veracity, the might of demonstration in our cares
The powers to be were ourselves, a tender eye with all's anarchy

Proof to rue the day
A shown mere, if not misery in love
The cares of once upon doting, a shared whole, in the many
And a revered say, of life to wish away the hurt that does

Back to need, normality to venture forth
Is a where in the embarrassment of light, the only wish we can make?
Same of a rolling heed, to elaborate another special and defiant worth
Your childhood, is the golden chance of a liberty in few, we will even sake