Sorry title
Has much to lose
Up in arms
And free to choose
A new reference or assertion
From the tale of cities
Or one of infernos
Sorry title
Has much to lose
Up in arms
And free to choose
A new reference or assertion
From the tale of cities
Or one of infernos
The good hearts live
With the rest of us
In every place
In every home
Beyond the hate
Beyond the drone
Of noise by the campaigns of
Fear
Their are good hearts on this earth
Living here
Up the mountain
Of dunes slide
We crawl up the mountainside
To a winter land
Off the major highway
Is where we stand
Not in the sunlight
But in the shade
Of a large tree
Is a shade snake
Not seeing it
But it seeing me
Oh provide me light
My daily bulb
That can glow in the night
Warmth me in the cold
Hold me tight
When I don’t know
Upon the ceiling, you rest
My daily light
My daily best
Tasteless face
Facing new questions
About what happened
Behind closed doors
Please don’t deny
What we all want to know
More
Lift up soul
From a denying hope
Of the unknown
Make a new discovery
Of all that it is to me
Up when I am down
Look ahead and not around
Abrasive aftermath
Of confused minds and souls
Sold out to the old
Way of thinking
And growing
I am left with remnants
Of a past self
And a future hope
Comply with me
Mind
Not all the time
But right now
Give me a tacit response
What I need is conducive
And clear
Take me up from here
Eternal sun
Shine your glum
Sublime beams
On my winter skin
Wake me up
To a new day
Hope filled air
Again