Only the Brave Linger
Where is your freedom
Is it in your soul?
Where is this writing career,
Is it a phantom?!?!
How wounded would be a world
Dropped without fear?
Show me this wall
Where it all collides
Show me this wall.
Be it big or small.
For I will take the reigns in a moon-flush of glory,
Let linger the continental graces of perception,
Preposterous as they may be.
The wars are struck and we are lost.
Now take to the pastures,
A savior surrenders.
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Copyright © Matt Caliri | Year Posted 2010
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