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The Lost Children
Listening unto U2's, 'One Love;' timely painting lyricals arrival as skipping through these thoughts
Sorting this the simple pages which have told their tale in regards unto, my tiny breath of life ?
Somber forever wishing its due as holding high a seasons torch; standing amid the stage to wave....
Communing with my beautiful Father while gathering in yesteryears days; purpose, reasons and plays
Love, light atop shame ? Knowing many moons ago now that the true battle was to remain
Bound in splintered chains; broken they fall and rattling bones; ever beckoning their bleeding encores
Producers and rewrites adjusting imprompto lines as stuck on stagnant; flowers which wilt ?
Opening night passed long ago now while the champagne grew bitter; scripts that fed the pyre....
Strolling aside a portals surf with the masses; rubbing our eyes; bits in pieces as sifting redundant ashes
Self-impossed dogma and nothing is new aneath tomorrows sun ? Casting dreams of rusted pearls
Gazing about above the waters within these stars; silhouette their silent voice whispers; timeful lyrics
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...."The Lost Children" *
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