WINE AND GATES
No Man Without Their Own, Has Ear To Name?
Proud to tell...?
The truth of silences I have seen loll
To cope in wind's of change, a history and a hell
To word the climate for heed, that collect's like vice's all
Time with a bantering lip
To know the courage's we serve
Truer to instill a moment with limit's
Than seek the snub of curiosity's how, with it to irk...
Presence of mind, and the call of honor
To a wealthy ear, that has seen the adversity of mine
Till we are the beauty consumed, by the passion just and well enough houred
We can find the place of burden, with the rise of the land, with kind's
Choices we have made, tender futures we have shown
To stirring home's with a bastion of comprisal
To well at the touch of needy life, for a meagerness it own's
To quell like a trusted flame, in the name of what went where and wise
Hunger of birds we have seen, know the living of another being of worth
Sour head's of clouds to form the language of rightness, to seek a new fate
Perchance in order, and ordeal, to worship a God of might before redoubt's birth
Inclination if exalted conscience, to weal the baring of love's sate
Thorough to ourselves and the many aled, we exhibit to the length's of mankind
I know the pride of thunder like the back of my hand, where is calamity now?
In the mouth of madness or the silent redress of babe's, we have seen simplicity to show a rhyme
And a reason in the fell, measured with the scope of unity in our esteem, a passion avowed...
The truth of silences I have seen loll
To cope in wind's of change, a history and a hell
To word the climate for heed, that collect's like vice's all
Time with a bantering lip
To know the courage's we serve
Truer to instill a moment with limit's
Than seek the snub of curiosity's how, with it to irk...
Presence of mind, and the call of honor
To a wealthy ear, that has seen the adversity of mine
Till we are the beauty consumed, by the passion just and well enough houred
We can find the place of burden, with the rise of the land, with kind's
Choices we have made, tender futures we have shown
To stirring home's with a bastion of comprisal
To well at the touch of needy life, for a meagerness it own's
To quell like a trusted flame, in the name of what went where and wise
Hunger of birds we have seen, know the living of another being of worth
Sour head's of clouds to form the language of rightness, to seek a new fate
Perchance in order, and ordeal, to worship a God of might before redoubt's birth
Inclination if exalted conscience, to weal the baring of love's sate
Thorough to ourselves and the many aled, we exhibit to the length's of mankind
I know the pride of thunder like the back of my hand, where is calamity now?
In the mouth of madness or the silent redress of babe's, we have seen simplicity to show a rhyme
And a reason in the fell, measured with the scope of unity in our esteem, a passion avowed...
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No Man Without Their Own, Has Ear To Name?
No Man Without Their Own, Has Ear To Name?
