march my soldiers march!
today is that day
feel like its you who died
for the best of us has left
...
Shed on me no light, for blindness to me; is dear.
Throw me no favours, for I love being cripple,
Enlighten me not, for ignorance in me is bliss
Remind me not, of my appalling past for I live it
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Look at you, my Angelfire.
Now you are neither angel nor fire
Like a lost piece of an intricate jigsaw
There you lay having none for a clue
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I hope that it is mist, but they say mist clears,
I hope it is smoke, but they say it fades of
I hope its it is a drug, but they say it wears off
I hope its night, but they say a day always succeds it
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Candle flames dance
Soft wax melts
The room is semi lit
My heart skips a beat
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staring out of the loony bin
her eyes wander the lifeless moor
as she twists her arms, mobility none
the chains on her ankles in moonlight shone
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Is the wind humming a silent melody?
Birds I see are flying south,
Brandy seeks her way into my numb fingers
My cottage roads feel heavy
...
As I walk the path,
I see its ahead of me,
It is also behind me.
I have seen it now.
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Roses prick my conscience
The music pains my ears
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