Teira Naahi

Monday, March 27, 2017

No One Could Dream - 18

We had given all we had

Waiting for the times to change

Living forward in vanity

All the little things in chains

We gathered up all our sanity

From the bottom of the box

Those spiteful resolutions

Shameful lusts and wants

Like a little child in waiting

For the fathers sons of dust

Bare breasted and invoking

Chancing all but none

Let them say what they will

Let the hammer toll the bell

Broken words upon the altar

Within still feels the change

The scared faces and the black hand

Those rivers full of mud

Timing drops of reason

Deranged and filtered blood

And the baby sleeps well tonight:

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