WINE AND GATES
Why Does The Rain Remind To Ask Whether?
Hostage of renown
Beauty to serve, the sense of overdone
Luck would have it, the scowl of town
Asking but the background voice of peace, beyond, love
Beyond?, is the universal reply...
Stoic inception to awake at the call...
Callous rapport, and the derisiveness of why...
Is a reach for truth, the only way to simplify the integrity of a fall...
Beyond? they will insist
Caring habit's and the marvelling liberty at hand
Has the decency of sincerity to find, and realize persist
The dole's of somber attitude and the guarantee of the land
Beyond?, they come again...
Still the thriving consideration and the mix of muses that we preach
Told to secure the mistakes of seasons and the reasons we adore, for lend
Shared with a bright eye, that is typically the family of unified cope, in these we cease...
Beyond?, the deception of coarse feeling's and the world reeling
From the isolation of duty you show, is our house of gain's and reign's
The toil or the soul? with but a thought for a kiss, we hit the ceiling
Shame and torment for a salty eye to host, the irony of a spoken shame...
So what is the point?
The child of embarrassment, with no hat, lip or song of confusion
Turned to strength with the blatancy of a callous form in the might of joy
The truth in a hand held for limit's, and hardship to seek, a family's intuition
So what are you saying, intuition is a family inheritance and how?
Kinder by the shied paces of smile's and the coping arrangement of friends in heed
So sweet, to wander in voices for a complication too many, the times are fate now
For life of hands and feet, with names for everything, but the carnal knowledge of lead
Wishes with solemn courages, that no one knows what to do with, except the few
Characterized, by youth guided to hill's and dale's by the lore of simplicity
Can and done, with a real hunger, that some identify as the must of home to do
The beyond you are seeking, is anything but a vice of urges and virginity, it's eternity
Are you ready for the future, to a seemingly fascinated heed of concern's in gaiety?
See the wishes of returning to the grace of root's and exhumation of vice's youth
Will we stir the common knowledge, or is a rational of disuse of the role of anxiety?
Be our reward, when all of a hope is for the continue of liberty to see, its own couth?
Beauty to serve, the sense of overdone
Luck would have it, the scowl of town
Asking but the background voice of peace, beyond, love
Beyond?, is the universal reply...
Stoic inception to awake at the call...
Callous rapport, and the derisiveness of why...
Is a reach for truth, the only way to simplify the integrity of a fall...
Beyond? they will insist
Caring habit's and the marvelling liberty at hand
Has the decency of sincerity to find, and realize persist
The dole's of somber attitude and the guarantee of the land
Beyond?, they come again...
Still the thriving consideration and the mix of muses that we preach
Told to secure the mistakes of seasons and the reasons we adore, for lend
Shared with a bright eye, that is typically the family of unified cope, in these we cease...
Beyond?, the deception of coarse feeling's and the world reeling
From the isolation of duty you show, is our house of gain's and reign's
The toil or the soul? with but a thought for a kiss, we hit the ceiling
Shame and torment for a salty eye to host, the irony of a spoken shame...
So what is the point?
The child of embarrassment, with no hat, lip or song of confusion
Turned to strength with the blatancy of a callous form in the might of joy
The truth in a hand held for limit's, and hardship to seek, a family's intuition
So what are you saying, intuition is a family inheritance and how?
Kinder by the shied paces of smile's and the coping arrangement of friends in heed
So sweet, to wander in voices for a complication too many, the times are fate now
For life of hands and feet, with names for everything, but the carnal knowledge of lead
Wishes with solemn courages, that no one knows what to do with, except the few
Characterized, by youth guided to hill's and dale's by the lore of simplicity
Can and done, with a real hunger, that some identify as the must of home to do
The beyond you are seeking, is anything but a vice of urges and virginity, it's eternity
Are you ready for the future, to a seemingly fascinated heed of concern's in gaiety?
See the wishes of returning to the grace of root's and exhumation of vice's youth
Will we stir the common knowledge, or is a rational of disuse of the role of anxiety?
Be our reward, when all of a hope is for the continue of liberty to see, its own couth?
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Why Does The Rain Remind To Ask Whether?
Why Does The Rain Remind To Ask Whether?
