WINE AND GATES
Prayers In A Storm, Of Caught's And Dilemma's
Presume mine, resume ides...
Looking well, if a lover's future
Do we now the honor to begin kindness?
With a throe of light, on the stir of worldly purity?
Demand and sophistication, the lips to form
And function, will we subsume an arrogance?
Truth in a daily motion and dependency, clashes with sources
Of here and now, the tale of how we came of age worth the innocent...
Patience would indicate, a friend of guidance's, few
Shown the rise and real enough succor we soon...
And meant with a promise in causes to find a look
Of passion and desire, the creation of adding a boon?
Spoken, with a rue
For love to simplify a cause of decency
And ourselves in accounted heed, a wish for cue's
Of caring for a character of need, in all humanity...
There is a liberty in question, will sour accord know the have?
Of duty and sincerity with the eyes of possibility, or the eyed comment
Of concern, the irony of finding a relinquish, understanding of heart to save?
A redoubt in motion, if not devotion of a callous vice, to relent?
Saved from the winds of worldly cares...?
For a moment, that inclined sorts of mercy and might, of misery and its fright...
Praying well, the coming of day to suppose and its honor, the welcoming of fares
Of a days fancy, to which we will know the common house, is a silence we right?
Looking well, if a lover's future
Do we now the honor to begin kindness?
With a throe of light, on the stir of worldly purity?
Demand and sophistication, the lips to form
And function, will we subsume an arrogance?
Truth in a daily motion and dependency, clashes with sources
Of here and now, the tale of how we came of age worth the innocent...
Patience would indicate, a friend of guidance's, few
Shown the rise and real enough succor we soon...
And meant with a promise in causes to find a look
Of passion and desire, the creation of adding a boon?
Spoken, with a rue
For love to simplify a cause of decency
And ourselves in accounted heed, a wish for cue's
Of caring for a character of need, in all humanity...
There is a liberty in question, will sour accord know the have?
Of duty and sincerity with the eyes of possibility, or the eyed comment
Of concern, the irony of finding a relinquish, understanding of heart to save?
A redoubt in motion, if not devotion of a callous vice, to relent?
Saved from the winds of worldly cares...?
For a moment, that inclined sorts of mercy and might, of misery and its fright...
Praying well, the coming of day to suppose and its honor, the welcoming of fares
Of a days fancy, to which we will know the common house, is a silence we right?
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Prayers In A Storm, Of Caught`s And Dilemma`s
Prayers In A Storm, Of Caught`s And Dilemma`s
