WINE AND GATES
Basis And Truth Won My Heart, For Start's
Bitter the notice?
Of purpose overt
Taken for us, to collect a vice
That has seem, a soul, and a risks to earn...
Hurtful insight?
The times are a changing real
Of voice and sort's of deliberation, might
We say the callous proof, that happens when kindness is, seen?
Life to a waiting hope?
Hour's and meter in demanding tongues, the language of order
Versus the assumption of chaos, in the mind of alike and cope?
Are we to compare, the still of patience, with the silence we form?
Spies of redoubt, with no wage to make
The realm of dissuasion and perception
Truer by should's ideology, the turns of a caring sake
Letting the same, have the capability's of a friend...
And then there were two...
Mighty song and the distance all along
Time with a reach we understand, and meet for who
Is a prophet and who is an art of honor, we meant, found?
Look, says the repose of charisma and its stead as a whole confirmation
Sense in a power's recreation first, a liberty of salutation's second
Where their is a clash of might, there is a relationship with if and, san's ordeal's where?
We are at home, that has came and went, with sincerity to mention
Patience with a chemistry of needs, and a null nature
If anywhere and anyhow, is to collect a finality in league, and measure
Wouldn't a dread tear, or pain to hear, have the providence of when we are, curious
The tow of simplicity wishes to know, the clandestine force of earnestness, we assure?
Of purpose overt
Taken for us, to collect a vice
That has seem, a soul, and a risks to earn...
Hurtful insight?
The times are a changing real
Of voice and sort's of deliberation, might
We say the callous proof, that happens when kindness is, seen?
Life to a waiting hope?
Hour's and meter in demanding tongues, the language of order
Versus the assumption of chaos, in the mind of alike and cope?
Are we to compare, the still of patience, with the silence we form?
Spies of redoubt, with no wage to make
The realm of dissuasion and perception
Truer by should's ideology, the turns of a caring sake
Letting the same, have the capability's of a friend...
And then there were two...
Mighty song and the distance all along
Time with a reach we understand, and meet for who
Is a prophet and who is an art of honor, we meant, found?
Look, says the repose of charisma and its stead as a whole confirmation
Sense in a power's recreation first, a liberty of salutation's second
Where their is a clash of might, there is a relationship with if and, san's ordeal's where?
We are at home, that has came and went, with sincerity to mention
Patience with a chemistry of needs, and a null nature
If anywhere and anyhow, is to collect a finality in league, and measure
Wouldn't a dread tear, or pain to hear, have the providence of when we are, curious
The tow of simplicity wishes to know, the clandestine force of earnestness, we assure?
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Basis And Truth Won My Heart, For Start`s
Basis And Truth Won My Heart, For Start`s
