WINE AND GATES
Life In The Arm's Of Mutual Trust...
Full in fall, save begun gave
Poise commanding truth, to wastes conscience
Tower's of warmth, taken for a delirium's labor
Grace is in the land, like the cold to wish we were, prescience?
Aches of the world, to simplify the tone of your voice
Test and see, the coming works of irksome, done...
The realm of sense's aled, the health of children by choice?
Is the breath of religion one to seem, a chaste in soul come one?
Measure yours...
With the sunshine we so often take for granted
Many hour's of depend and power's that relent, to share's oft dour
Witness in the sanity of other's, so vital a guarantee of can't?
Measure mine...
In the stir of night's meandering moon, and the gift's of somber reproach
Well suggested by culture and subtlety survived, to satisfy the reality, of earth's climb
To the bell's of harmony in their silent gage and merit, now the courage of youth's host
Measure's worth nothing?
Savior's of common tact and the remembered hands of guidance and feats of romantic idea's
Sent to needy hell for a waking head of intuition and fruition meaning the soul of waning
Truth in sincerity, to serve the seen love, of a risked simplicity to the kindness of freedom?
Method to our ... fascination of what is good intent to a reach of better days?
Made from the beauty we seem ... come for the dread we know can, be a guard of life?
Moment to moment in our hand's ... to conceive the waiting home of comparison as is aim?
Merely the salt between your smile and mine ... when all you have is craving for bruised strife?
Misogyny to seem, one more step forward
In the name of compassion and the still thriving heed of quality sincere
Truer by our simplicity same, the rue of yearning to understand hardship
Meaning the all of us, where spirit is to show, the heaven's to hear?
Poise commanding truth, to wastes conscience
Tower's of warmth, taken for a delirium's labor
Grace is in the land, like the cold to wish we were, prescience?
Aches of the world, to simplify the tone of your voice
Test and see, the coming works of irksome, done...
The realm of sense's aled, the health of children by choice?
Is the breath of religion one to seem, a chaste in soul come one?
Measure yours...
With the sunshine we so often take for granted
Many hour's of depend and power's that relent, to share's oft dour
Witness in the sanity of other's, so vital a guarantee of can't?
Measure mine...
In the stir of night's meandering moon, and the gift's of somber reproach
Well suggested by culture and subtlety survived, to satisfy the reality, of earth's climb
To the bell's of harmony in their silent gage and merit, now the courage of youth's host
Measure's worth nothing?
Savior's of common tact and the remembered hands of guidance and feats of romantic idea's
Sent to needy hell for a waking head of intuition and fruition meaning the soul of waning
Truth in sincerity, to serve the seen love, of a risked simplicity to the kindness of freedom?
Method to our ... fascination of what is good intent to a reach of better days?
Made from the beauty we seem ... come for the dread we know can, be a guard of life?
Moment to moment in our hand's ... to conceive the waiting home of comparison as is aim?
Merely the salt between your smile and mine ... when all you have is craving for bruised strife?
Misogyny to seem, one more step forward
In the name of compassion and the still thriving heed of quality sincere
Truer by our simplicity same, the rue of yearning to understand hardship
Meaning the all of us, where spirit is to show, the heaven's to hear?
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Life In The Arm`s Of Mutual Trust...
Life In The Arm`s Of Mutual Trust...
