WINE AND GATES
Can Do, Can't Done, Callous Debt Is Still...
Marvel at the city
Life lit with opening arms and wishes of dreams
Made for pious kind, the christening of liberty
To the fate, of another host of lands to seem...
Won argument's, winning circles of friends
The total ought us, the common toil if charge's
Of courage same, with the eye's of sight, so fine to lend
Creation in the palm of our days, even to keep shadow's...
Lion's of the future, son's and daughter's of the past
Presence of mind, in its outright shred of decency
To make known, a place of better tiding's than home has
Weal is our first, steely ide's to the chances of guidance amidst history
World's away, saved from the betrodden glare
Of anger and disease's of the soul...
Today is a wind in our sail's, with a cause to verify where
The days deed's and habit's of kindness, known once more, for a goal...
World's away, from the table of sympathy's?
And silence so specific, the Christ of semblance and honor
To welcome a not, of conscience in the role we seek, for harrowed immediacy
To but see the morrow become the best day ever, the wealth of done and duty, the vote of valor
World's amazed, by the savior's of cope, still thriving at the threshold of again
For a light in the eave's of need, with all to seem a share in a place so worthy...
Of paces of passion in the heart of any, who would know the embarrassment of freedom, to lend
The sense of commitment we sake, for a lip to excuse, tomorrow from the grasp of dementia, heard
Word's saved, from the blindness of sour act's and accord in the shy irony's of wan
Come to head, as if us is to live on, in the step's of antiquity came and given with a gift
Of universe's of knowledge and had regret, to keep but the smiling compromise of ends
Seen like the bared present, with blessing's to kind, the relent of every soul that lived, it
Life lit with opening arms and wishes of dreams
Made for pious kind, the christening of liberty
To the fate, of another host of lands to seem...
Won argument's, winning circles of friends
The total ought us, the common toil if charge's
Of courage same, with the eye's of sight, so fine to lend
Creation in the palm of our days, even to keep shadow's...
Lion's of the future, son's and daughter's of the past
Presence of mind, in its outright shred of decency
To make known, a place of better tiding's than home has
Weal is our first, steely ide's to the chances of guidance amidst history
World's away, saved from the betrodden glare
Of anger and disease's of the soul...
Today is a wind in our sail's, with a cause to verify where
The days deed's and habit's of kindness, known once more, for a goal...
World's away, from the table of sympathy's?
And silence so specific, the Christ of semblance and honor
To welcome a not, of conscience in the role we seek, for harrowed immediacy
To but see the morrow become the best day ever, the wealth of done and duty, the vote of valor
World's amazed, by the savior's of cope, still thriving at the threshold of again
For a light in the eave's of need, with all to seem a share in a place so worthy...
Of paces of passion in the heart of any, who would know the embarrassment of freedom, to lend
The sense of commitment we sake, for a lip to excuse, tomorrow from the grasp of dementia, heard
Word's saved, from the blindness of sour act's and accord in the shy irony's of wan
Come to head, as if us is to live on, in the step's of antiquity came and given with a gift
Of universe's of knowledge and had regret, to keep but the smiling compromise of ends
Seen like the bared present, with blessing's to kind, the relent of every soul that lived, it
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Can Do, Can`t Done, Callous Debt Is Still...
Can Do, Can`t Done, Callous Debt Is Still...
