WINE AND GATES
Lucky Old Day In Day Out, With A Wandering...
Senses we never knew we had...
Candy, with a bared face
We know you, like a marvel, sometimes said
Had in your advance, towards a time with grace...
Guest's, to welcome the bellicose new day
Bracing conversation, asking heroism...
Taken to the suggestion of the needs, well to see have any
Brief or yearning for the kindred of a dilemma?
Advice, to a watchful living, stirring a nuances heed
Mind the scope of semblance, adjusting the might we tow...
Is a reaching host a gift, the forward sight, we lead?
To which, a sincere face worth an hour without it, with silence we owe
Blessing, the copious not...
When ourselves, have no place for who
Sweet wonder, in the rue and run of another seldom's lot
Were we the waiting home, of complexity to claim, you?
Stoic, the rise of anguish, to seem a better irony
Thread of deference, a heart with it to say...
Mention a callous day, and youth's have met all, earned
Was the name of composure and heat, a ruse of sense to may?
Yearning, today is the fate of honor, with a suppose and moment to care
With a reality of dismay, that has become our soul purpose
To live in the shares and deed's of other's, if not existence fair...
With a new smile for adage in its length's and strength's of us
Senses we know we had
But a living halt, to what was our mention and glee
Born to fit, the example we make, however liberal or sad
The comely yet, to set a worth between us and the many
Candy, with a bared face
We know you, like a marvel, sometimes said
Had in your advance, towards a time with grace...
Guest's, to welcome the bellicose new day
Bracing conversation, asking heroism...
Taken to the suggestion of the needs, well to see have any
Brief or yearning for the kindred of a dilemma?
Advice, to a watchful living, stirring a nuances heed
Mind the scope of semblance, adjusting the might we tow...
Is a reaching host a gift, the forward sight, we lead?
To which, a sincere face worth an hour without it, with silence we owe
Blessing, the copious not...
When ourselves, have no place for who
Sweet wonder, in the rue and run of another seldom's lot
Were we the waiting home, of complexity to claim, you?
Stoic, the rise of anguish, to seem a better irony
Thread of deference, a heart with it to say...
Mention a callous day, and youth's have met all, earned
Was the name of composure and heat, a ruse of sense to may?
Yearning, today is the fate of honor, with a suppose and moment to care
With a reality of dismay, that has become our soul purpose
To live in the shares and deed's of other's, if not existence fair...
With a new smile for adage in its length's and strength's of us
Senses we know we had
But a living halt, to what was our mention and glee
Born to fit, the example we make, however liberal or sad
The comely yet, to set a worth between us and the many
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Lucky Old Day In Day Out, With A Wandering...
Lucky Old Day In Day Out, With A Wandering...
