Edge (For Cutey)
What shall I call you when we meet
The same old remembrance of the past?
The hope of me your choice did delete?
Or that other thing that did not last?
What shall remember us
When we are blown away like violet dust
We build no monument of blood
The will shall honor all his brood
O cruel and unkind fate
To tempt us with freedom, so, so late.
Look where we walk now no sea to laugh
Life at the edge and tumbling off
If I fall let me go alone, but if you do
I coming down with you
Love is ever such a sacrificial thing
The more my heart cries the more I cling.
Copyright © L'Nass Shango | Year Posted 2010
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