WINE AND GATES
Finding Your Way Out Of The Woods (In Gods Name)
Added forces, never forests...?
The shew of light, we forever dote
To have a friend in patience, and lest...
A whole sense of duty know me, for an insincere vote...
I will prosper, at a head of comfort
And simplicity to find a notorious lead
Of compliance, the turn of existence into worth
Will become such a gift, to a nerve that has begun, the life of me
Time to show a reason in gray silence, the vexation
We due the ire, the resolve of sincerity to defy
Spoken hate, like a poise in a savior's intimation
Intuition is a measure of soul, let with a respect to sigh...
Many golden opportunity's may come and go
But in the hands of reason, is a shrewd and finite star
To stare a wishes worth to the fate of decisions, be they joy or woe
The lengths of hindsight are for all and any, the run of charisma...
Long times with no plea, of custom and earthly fights
Of rumored excellence of a choice, in save and harbored asking for who
Is the rational, exactly deeming a waiting force for common rights?
The liberty in a worry, is still for every soul with a place for you...
Purpose beyond, portrayal to long...
For the least of quieter times, the rule of role and dole
Presumed the wish of veracity, in a head of mete, strong
Can a dream of prowess and the powers of old, prevail in the sight of more?
The shew of light, we forever dote
To have a friend in patience, and lest...
A whole sense of duty know me, for an insincere vote...
I will prosper, at a head of comfort
And simplicity to find a notorious lead
Of compliance, the turn of existence into worth
Will become such a gift, to a nerve that has begun, the life of me
Time to show a reason in gray silence, the vexation
We due the ire, the resolve of sincerity to defy
Spoken hate, like a poise in a savior's intimation
Intuition is a measure of soul, let with a respect to sigh...
Many golden opportunity's may come and go
But in the hands of reason, is a shrewd and finite star
To stare a wishes worth to the fate of decisions, be they joy or woe
The lengths of hindsight are for all and any, the run of charisma...
Long times with no plea, of custom and earthly fights
Of rumored excellence of a choice, in save and harbored asking for who
Is the rational, exactly deeming a waiting force for common rights?
The liberty in a worry, is still for every soul with a place for you...
Purpose beyond, portrayal to long...
For the least of quieter times, the rule of role and dole
Presumed the wish of veracity, in a head of mete, strong
Can a dream of prowess and the powers of old, prevail in the sight of more?
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Finding Your Way Out Of The Woods (In Gods Name)
Finding Your Way Out Of The Woods (In Gods Name)
