who are the minds of the eyes watching views
steppen gonna lead the ladder
to the sky's fallen blue
take it in her hand
from the trails of the day
she'se gonna give it up
gonna live and let it lay
shaddow of the mind knowen message as it speaks
keeper of the fire stoken steppen to the beat
strum across the land taken whats givens do
for the love of liven liven loven you
fire in her eyes at seconds glane glare
she wanted it all so she took what was there
keeper of the stoke sparken left of the flame
she had to have it all till it left her of her day
fire in her eyes we wathed it dance as she playes
keeper of the fire stoken danceing end of days
the fiddle of the strum liven watchen as it lays
till the death of dien ending of her ways
BY JOHN DEMELLO
4/24/13
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