- Oct 28, 2008
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Swooped through the sky, with the hopes that I'd find, me a radiant soul chained to the Globe, but set free,...
what sets him apart, is the expression from his heart, he applied to his life all that he borrowed from his dreams.
awaits with the patience of a newborns, thoughts being formed,
but fights with the idea of seeing thorns,
but none the less without his steps, the both would be blameless,
his soul transformed into a storm to escape DEATH!.....
In the same breath the lost was undressed,..
stripped naked and beaten, cause that devil is shameless.
the constant fear that was found smeared, all over these parts, the tears prove the he was bound to his heart.
innocence lost in time and trouble combined,
like a child not allowed to display her mind.
intertwined with the roots that grow from strain,
like the birth of the hurt, that falls through rain.
gloomy days lie ahead like they waitin to getcha!,..
heaven bled when the dead chose to hang here with us
heavens riddle has the potential, to humble us, starve the dust, refuse to bust and kill us.
so many of us, they wont heal us!, they cant feel us!, we them strange numbers, now I'm convinced the rain loves US!!!,
they misjudge us,
but the storm washes away our smudges,..
yet clouds form from the burden of us hurting each other....
REIGN...
Josef
what sets him apart, is the expression from his heart, he applied to his life all that he borrowed from his dreams.
awaits with the patience of a newborns, thoughts being formed,
but fights with the idea of seeing thorns,
but none the less without his steps, the both would be blameless,
his soul transformed into a storm to escape DEATH!.....
In the same breath the lost was undressed,..
stripped naked and beaten, cause that devil is shameless.
the constant fear that was found smeared, all over these parts, the tears prove the he was bound to his heart.
innocence lost in time and trouble combined,
like a child not allowed to display her mind.
intertwined with the roots that grow from strain,
like the birth of the hurt, that falls through rain.
gloomy days lie ahead like they waitin to getcha!,..
heaven bled when the dead chose to hang here with us
heavens riddle has the potential, to humble us, starve the dust, refuse to bust and kill us.
so many of us, they wont heal us!, they cant feel us!, we them strange numbers, now I'm convinced the rain loves US!!!,
they misjudge us,
but the storm washes away our smudges,..
yet clouds form from the burden of us hurting each other....
REIGN...
Josef