It was a day like today that my Jesus died, by Loneliness is condescending
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I have heard some say they find you in the light
But the only time I’ve found you is the dark of my ever
stretching night
Do not leave me in the cold
Do not leave me in the streets
Even here where the panpipes play
I feel no solace to the shame that grows behind this pen
For every word that is ever lost.
The ink and quill that bled for nothing
My words go out to you in these darkened streets
Where you battle will do no good
Becomes nothing but a whisper on the dusty wind
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Posted: 2006-07-26 03:50:11 UTC |
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2006-07-26 04:25:29 | lost the lonely dead |
loved the first two lines and the line ' i feel no solace... its a good one |
2006-09-15 16:26:56 | lost the lonely dead |
and in reading this again i like the words 'the ink and quill that bleed for nothing' |
2006-10-16 19:47:29 | Faith |
It is an interesting portrayal... |