Friday, May 23, 2008
Shooting Star
As you’re crucified again and again The question raised no longer, when Forgiveness dies of lies from lips and pen And the people do not want to hear About a shooting star from yesteryear As they stumble blind and filled with fear I keep a stranger flame your ode I feel your heart explode and see the sorrow on their road Away with you and all you’ve said They’d rather you had turned those stones to bread They care no longer who for what has bled When light at last will gather here Realizing the...
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