How can we sing
When fools can be king
And lies comb your hair at night?
Injustice rocks the cradle
We are left to ladle
Handouts of second hand light.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Fatherhood
I am carrying the torch you Handed me Not handed. Placed Carefully This is sacred space. Was the carrying so heavy for you as well? Were yo...
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It must have been love That sort of thing Can't be mistaken For a lesser set of feelings It has a special hat And makes you welcome at p...
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She shares the blame For Adam's fall So secure, attractive Brilliant in a certain view The essence of Enlightenment I see her raise her ...
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I’m tired I’m tired of my heart giving out Whenever it gives in That things being the same Never makes a difference Of looking forwards to s...
2 comments:
Hmm, stolen lines in there...
Just the two
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