WINE AND GATES
Doesn't, And Doing The Impossible Does...
Indifferent, noted for also?
Sweet birds of the sun's climb
Actual clouds to remind a dusk, from where I blow
These are traditions of waiting and hours to shine
Lowly, a character comes forward
Sitting bull, with a recipe for silence...
Shame and share, and the strength to lead, pardon
To the notion of mercy, in an affluent shall, of what begins
Marvel's work like a tolling bell, with a lover?
Known only as a shy door, with a memory for any
Sulk and see me skip, the day for a sensitive other
Wiser, and seeing the name of voice's many
Long looks down the street of dreams
Stirring the common, avoiding the inane, that does shew a world
With no eyes, but for a candid worth in history...
That has had enough of riddles, does music live up to each's word?
Walls of vehemence that rekindle, a lofty romance
With you, the courage to tell a different story
About home, than a place that keeps the fate of ends
And a wholly made curiosity, worth only a glance at what worry's?
Problem's, seldom, and whim's
Known one step before the other, and with almost to corner
With a new beat, and a melody that has power's to wish, we were meant
With a reaching beauty of a star, try me when I have the words, never foreign...
Sweet birds of the sun's climb
Actual clouds to remind a dusk, from where I blow
These are traditions of waiting and hours to shine
Lowly, a character comes forward
Sitting bull, with a recipe for silence...
Shame and share, and the strength to lead, pardon
To the notion of mercy, in an affluent shall, of what begins
Marvel's work like a tolling bell, with a lover?
Known only as a shy door, with a memory for any
Sulk and see me skip, the day for a sensitive other
Wiser, and seeing the name of voice's many
Long looks down the street of dreams
Stirring the common, avoiding the inane, that does shew a world
With no eyes, but for a candid worth in history...
That has had enough of riddles, does music live up to each's word?
Walls of vehemence that rekindle, a lofty romance
With you, the courage to tell a different story
About home, than a place that keeps the fate of ends
And a wholly made curiosity, worth only a glance at what worry's?
Problem's, seldom, and whim's
Known one step before the other, and with almost to corner
With a new beat, and a melody that has power's to wish, we were meant
With a reaching beauty of a star, try me when I have the words, never foreign...
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Doesn`t, And Doing The Impossible Does...
Doesn`t, And Doing The Impossible Does...
