Looking at the Moon
Alba, remember, but will you remember me
Be where I can see you, but me you will not see
For I have been finally, driven underground
Returned to where I came, to die without a sound
And all because one day, in the month of February
An Aura appeared to me, my eyes caressed to see
Amidst these living days in absorbency two became
No culture, just our pasts, no one was too blame
In our living lives we choked, in throw ejected we
Poisoned absorbency bled, as we look around and see
In decision midst we're lost, to be answered soon
Alba, remember, but will you remember us
Looking at the moon?
" Many thanks Mr Tony Carey for the inspiration through your track title "
Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2011
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