| | Break the power,
break free,
silver shackles falling
open—
case closed—
dive deep,
deep blue,
into a deep,
deep blue,
into a sea—
I’m always so alone,
even when,
oh God—
blue like the sky,
into a sea,
a sea of stars,
but they burn
so
bright,
but they burn
me,
but they
bright,
but
me
alone.
Fight the power,
fight the freedom,
freedom of abuse,
black shackles binding
closed—
case open—
fall back,
and sigh,
onto Grey Street,
the colours,
the
gray colours,
gray
hair,
falling down,
stones from the sky—
these stones are
perfect
for skipping,
ripple in still water,
still skies—
it fades
to,
it fades,
it,
gray.
Stop the power,
stop abuse,
abuse of weeping,
of falling,
of,
of,
of—
I can’t,
I can’t—
deep gray
dark,
skipping,
twinkling—
your eyes were like
the stars
light,
stars
bright,
the first stars I see
tonight,
all
of
you,
and—
O death,
where is thy sting:
life alone
among
the dimming stars
burn me,
a sea,
deep Grey,
blue Street,
shackles of the
purest—
colours fade to,
fade to,
colours to,
colours,
blue
(or gray?)—
the power
always
wins. |
| | Posted 10/19/2007 1:25 AM - 12 Views - 0 eProps - 0 comments
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