WINE AND GATES
Time In It's Aftermath, Asking The World To Be...
Train to somewhere...
Undefined exhortation kept with a smile
Simple upstanding friendliness, a nerve of steel to serve
A light of part and pretense, in the land, for quite a while
All aboard to heaven?
And a whistle shatter's the night...
Truth and composure in the stir of right, portrayel and leaven
Of guards and guarantee of life, love and the sincerity of light
Time with a small note:
As we warm to the touch of ages, the gift of essence
Is a relationship with sound purpose, if anyhow is to be another's hope?
Made from the tender silence we know can; will a sign of power, make amends?
Life we know, death we do not...
Simple reasons come to the end of their heed, here to fore, the gift of life...
Is a reach for more than a salty hour, to deliver the news, of oddity and promise
With but the kiss of a dependence in love, we see the dread become am, the strife
No more time to catch?
Liberty in motion, and with a reason in tow
The cares of distance and local misogyny to watch
The passing days of courage and curiosity, become the soul of risen more, we owe
A fate in the senses of other's
Simple let and met praise, for a suggestion of it, even certain...
To collect in the mention of spirit and kind, to know a friendship to bother
The place and time of might, we be the one, that came for any and all, to worth?
Undefined exhortation kept with a smile
Simple upstanding friendliness, a nerve of steel to serve
A light of part and pretense, in the land, for quite a while
All aboard to heaven?
And a whistle shatter's the night...
Truth and composure in the stir of right, portrayel and leaven
Of guards and guarantee of life, love and the sincerity of light
Time with a small note:
As we warm to the touch of ages, the gift of essence
Is a relationship with sound purpose, if anyhow is to be another's hope?
Made from the tender silence we know can; will a sign of power, make amends?
Life we know, death we do not...
Simple reasons come to the end of their heed, here to fore, the gift of life...
Is a reach for more than a salty hour, to deliver the news, of oddity and promise
With but the kiss of a dependence in love, we see the dread become am, the strife
No more time to catch?
Liberty in motion, and with a reason in tow
The cares of distance and local misogyny to watch
The passing days of courage and curiosity, become the soul of risen more, we owe
A fate in the senses of other's
Simple let and met praise, for a suggestion of it, even certain...
To collect in the mention of spirit and kind, to know a friendship to bother
The place and time of might, we be the one, that came for any and all, to worth?
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Time In It`s Aftermath, Asking The World To Be...
Time In It`s Aftermath, Asking The World To Be...
