My heart I paraded for you
As though it were something
You might possess within
As if could be something new;
A song for you, I'd bring
And maybe you'd hear it then
Though childrens dreams have hues
The waking world can never see
In colorblind eyes of men
And dangerous winds once blew
The crown off the king
So he could never rule again
And some wild things grew
While I waited through spring
And hope was long and thin
Even if no dreams ever flew
Or no roosting bird ever sing
Still, things sometimes end.
(written to Dead Can Dance- The Carnival is Over)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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