WINE AND GATES
Like Music, We Know Heroism Is In The Heaven's?
West with authority, is no man's landfall?
Avid, sated and promised to be done?
Liberal with actual intent to clarify all?
Likewise to unction and the tale of sovereignty come?
Too many question's for an ear to fall upon...?
Torrid and foreign, we notice the space of deeming the smile's
Of courage for conscience's sake, let with honor's one
Can we establish a future in whole, tendered was the question, silence?
Waiting for a response, the beck and call of a shrewd bird
Comes to our attention like the lark it is
The motion of duty and the reprocussion of mete, to demand air's
Of days voice and the song it offer's, to unique wages of kindred
Asking, are the star's a force to contentment, can we heir the prevalent?
Suppose and specialness of worth in guidance, the taller the tree...
The more we select the irony of stone's considered ambivalent
Kind among the shine of dreams to our senses, is a legend to mean, need's
No I didn't, comes the bird, I didn't sing about the way we heard
But, the ear of hind's to welcome a friend to the new ask we admire
For, the skill's of dependency and the bother of other's, in all I am a bird
Everyone laugh's, and knows the wish in the wind, are we saving the inquire?
The day goes well, into night
New friends are made, and a host of duty to finish the coping and might
Well, is the names of act and sort's may, of an indigenous right
To see the said, for a promised gain and the assurance of reign, as if reckoning light
Suddenly it begins to rain, and the clouds open up in thunder and lightning
In the din, we hear the bird calling, Is image and hope to be a luck, or a heroism plucked?
Obviously embarrassed, all answer for the star's as they pass by, creating a heart knowing
Is and paces for passion know you, like the share of deem seen, we are the people hushed...
Getting the joke, the bird comes up with a riddle itself...
Pride in moments to tell, but the order of things to a question on the hill
Can I sing about the stars as if I found the better side of wealth?
If birds could ever smile, it would be now, a silence is all and honored still...
Avid, sated and promised to be done?
Liberal with actual intent to clarify all?
Likewise to unction and the tale of sovereignty come?
Too many question's for an ear to fall upon...?
Torrid and foreign, we notice the space of deeming the smile's
Of courage for conscience's sake, let with honor's one
Can we establish a future in whole, tendered was the question, silence?
Waiting for a response, the beck and call of a shrewd bird
Comes to our attention like the lark it is
The motion of duty and the reprocussion of mete, to demand air's
Of days voice and the song it offer's, to unique wages of kindred
Asking, are the star's a force to contentment, can we heir the prevalent?
Suppose and specialness of worth in guidance, the taller the tree...
The more we select the irony of stone's considered ambivalent
Kind among the shine of dreams to our senses, is a legend to mean, need's
No I didn't, comes the bird, I didn't sing about the way we heard
But, the ear of hind's to welcome a friend to the new ask we admire
For, the skill's of dependency and the bother of other's, in all I am a bird
Everyone laugh's, and knows the wish in the wind, are we saving the inquire?
The day goes well, into night
New friends are made, and a host of duty to finish the coping and might
Well, is the names of act and sort's may, of an indigenous right
To see the said, for a promised gain and the assurance of reign, as if reckoning light
Suddenly it begins to rain, and the clouds open up in thunder and lightning
In the din, we hear the bird calling, Is image and hope to be a luck, or a heroism plucked?
Obviously embarrassed, all answer for the star's as they pass by, creating a heart knowing
Is and paces for passion know you, like the share of deem seen, we are the people hushed...
Getting the joke, the bird comes up with a riddle itself...
Pride in moments to tell, but the order of things to a question on the hill
Can I sing about the stars as if I found the better side of wealth?
If birds could ever smile, it would be now, a silence is all and honored still...
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Like Music, We Know Heroism Is In The Heaven`s?
Like Music, We Know Heroism Is In The Heaven`s?
