Tomorrow Land
October 24 2010
Passion boil
Never toil
With what is ought to stay
Never prick me with that splendor
For what i'd often pray
Little bird your wings are clipped
Her window shut and calm
Sing me tunes too sweet to know
Wrap me with your song
Sweetest slumber that hides me deep
Let my eyes carry my sky
To a land of tomorrow where
No longer can I cry.
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Tomorrow Land 2
October 24 2010
Morning come hang me up
to breathe
Winters breath chilled and wet
No more shall i grieve
Red spring bring me roses
Touched by lips of gold
Tell me stories years in making
My future to be foretold.
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