Lent
Can you feel? Can you heal? Can you move on? Look forward to the new dawn, with me? Then,
will you be free? Do I have to be patient? Count to ten. You're starting to change. You're
going back to him. Guess I'll always be a friend. Guess this is the end. So is this what
has become of me and you. First we're hot now we're cold. Guess we're through. Don't worry
I won't be the boy dressed in blue. I'm gonna move on through. Set my gaze of chase on
another creature. But will she have horns this time, or will she be a dove? Which one is
best for me to start to love? Maybe, I should sit and rest for a while. Not move and stay.
Could a beautiful beast come my way, while I just wait all day? Will I get impatient?
Well, it is almost the time of lent. Maybe, I will give up females? That sacrifice is as
huge as the dark blue sea; as heavy as the ocean's whales!
Copyright © George Gabriel | Year Posted 2010
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