Dying To Love
I wish I was a believer
I wish I was a young boy
I wish I was still nieve enough to believe in joy
I wish simple pleasure's were enough
When I am feeling low and away far
Not measured in distance
But the clutching onto the blue
Wallowing and swallowing in pity
For pithy sakes
So I can reason unhappiness is
A state of grace
A holding hand or hug so deft will touch
Never to have lost and loved
Than to be alone
Is golden time
Magic tricks like Lego brick's
That build perfect partners
For love lost soul brothers and sister's
With battle scared heart's
From bitter past breaks
Watch like boiling kettles
Dreaming steam engineering
Plumes are angel signal's
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