..Only the children see shape to his tone Laughing and crying His song fell upon us We buried his treasure along with the bones Arms held aloft A Y to the sky Innocent witness He testified.. Of monsters and heroes and men Under the stars Which prick us and call us Connect us to hope That perfections within is Here on the ground Were reckless and hopeless Damned by the slip of a pen Rambling poets Manic with vision We are the drivers yet we feel driven Moths in the moonlight Fooled by a flashlight Caught in a jam jar Gasping for air.. ..Either way; im in awe of You. Either way, well survive :https://youtube/watch?v=KgF70L11SBo
Posted on: Tue, 16 Dec 2014 18:48:46 +0000
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