18 September 2012
Well it looks like it could be over That weight lifted off my shoulder Memories have passed and I'm a little older Your complex design leaves me a little wiser
Calling out to the movements in shadows Moonlight reflects faces in stain glassed windows Graveyard calls to the local wineo's Who share tales about a new love of tomorrow A cracked Roman vase splits the shoes they've borrowed
Nothing left with nothing to lose Tomorrow's love is now calling to you Today you think you have something to prove But yesterday you never even had a clue
One gambled and beat the odds One folded and lost the lot One took too many chances and lost the plot The dealer cheated but de-ja-vu forgot
We are all born without a choice Father's drunk and lost his voice Mother's suffer but soon rejoice As a church is reminded of it's curse
Freedom fighter makes a protest For the land where his ancestors rest Whino sells a vase and edges his bets He bets on the graveyard where he once slept Now he owns a house on the land and his kids are fed But the ghosts of his past haunt him and he never forgets Never forgets the designs of life that interweave and are complex
Designs Of Life • Opuss № I