WINE AND GATES
Terrified By A Song Never Heard, No More
dancing with a dare
time in our eaves, the primordial tongue
to count the days warmth, the more, the mare
in time with a shadow of reasons seen, the courage among
since, to know
the climb of sunshine, one will see now
then know ever more, for a hand of could
this ignoration of come, this reality of how ...
is in the hands of youth
but will we seek our fortune in the sound
of oncoming terror or the sand between our fingers and its rueth
the tale has become our passion, for a lift of all but somes around
the taste of failure
these doors on the cope of the future
the walls of shame we hid behind, to know a class as it keeps and were
but a language of force, the knowing with the core, of human endeavor
should we have the time of our lives?
or is this can of summation in our midst ...
the presence of a loved one, with a scare of sense to give
the place and the monicker of hate, is our few on the lips ...
cause, choke, concern then cold
we are to be, the compliance of new minds, in the ashes
of a deem of salt, in our further sin's to make and to hold
the memory of safety for the least, the cease of chance as a smile that passes
many names of many kinds go by, but the least of which is mine
the name of a stoic change of seasons into the muse of certainty for all
till we meet again, the till of seed in wrent eyes, till we complete the sign
of justice in the world, we are the damned to know, the fury of its fall
perhaps, to a wage of dim keeps in the wind
we all of shame, should know our better had
the conscience of solutions and the confidence of salutations to excel and mend
is our legacy for now, if any word of kindness ever be known, the hope of and
time in our eaves, the primordial tongue
to count the days warmth, the more, the mare
in time with a shadow of reasons seen, the courage among
since, to know
the climb of sunshine, one will see now
then know ever more, for a hand of could
this ignoration of come, this reality of how ...
is in the hands of youth
but will we seek our fortune in the sound
of oncoming terror or the sand between our fingers and its rueth
the tale has become our passion, for a lift of all but somes around
the taste of failure
these doors on the cope of the future
the walls of shame we hid behind, to know a class as it keeps and were
but a language of force, the knowing with the core, of human endeavor
should we have the time of our lives?
or is this can of summation in our midst ...
the presence of a loved one, with a scare of sense to give
the place and the monicker of hate, is our few on the lips ...
cause, choke, concern then cold
we are to be, the compliance of new minds, in the ashes
of a deem of salt, in our further sin's to make and to hold
the memory of safety for the least, the cease of chance as a smile that passes
many names of many kinds go by, but the least of which is mine
the name of a stoic change of seasons into the muse of certainty for all
till we meet again, the till of seed in wrent eyes, till we complete the sign
of justice in the world, we are the damned to know, the fury of its fall
perhaps, to a wage of dim keeps in the wind
we all of shame, should know our better had
the conscience of solutions and the confidence of salutations to excel and mend
is our legacy for now, if any word of kindness ever be known, the hope of and
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Terrified By A Song Never Heard, No More
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