Medicine
medicine
grant me grace
walking through
this ghost of faith
burn the edge
of my desire
numb the burn
red of fire
medicine
my dullest friend
let me wake
and sleep again
blur my fate
bring me low
humble quiet
liquid soul
medicine
dream no more
search not of
look not for
passion's gate
deep within
dreams will float
a lake of sin
medicine
oh life unsure
blurring days
a quiet cure
yes I thought
more in youth
now a lie
blessed truth
medicine
your will is mine
live between
space of time
bring me forth
heaven's gate
lacking love's
forgiven hate
Copyright © Ezra Vancil | Year Posted 2007
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