Monday, February 27, 2012

Have the dying winds passed, have the moonless mornings shed its skin?

Under the the sky on darkest winds
have i the strength to carry these sins
may it be bright or sunny
digging these graves for a little money

roman troops head for the sky
as they soar blue tears they cry
feeling for a kingdom come
never to arrive the noises are dumb

we cannot see the sky ahead
no not like this in the river so dead
heading down this road so cold
how do u think our lives unfold

Someone see's a soul pass by
alone again its eyes awry
someone so close has thrown him away
into the cold, hard, stormy day

Never chosen to be the chosen one
our souls pass by the morning sun
Have you seen my soul anywhere
this heart torn boy his soul lay bare

remember always why u left this boy
remember always who u made a toy
and when we die we will always know
what we reap and what we sow

Time will tell but i know now
im not falling nor will i bow
u now know its not me u miss
so there will be no hugs, no words and no kiss

Remind me how, where and why
would i want to live your little lie
I am not your second place
i warn u now u will miss my adoring face

Someone never wants to be
to be caged and never set free
u are a cold blooded creature
still young, still fresh, so many features

I tell u now i will not play
play second fiddle in your deaf fray
Continue to treat me as you know
but let me tell u, u reap what u sow.