Mercy and Truth Have Met, Together
Sitting at the Nelson in little San Francisco sipping a few Smirnoff's
A precious young lady dressed of colours bright as one can find through life
That her beauty is a schizophrenic these tell tale signs ? Listening once more as over again
Unto David Gray's song, Babylon; always touching this Soul of my own and her moon
Cradled by the blue sky; not a care in her world a young man, waiting for his friend
Whileas Creation's kitty speaks, of love above all else ? Let go of your heart let go of your head
Feel it now these lyrics while children pass us by; like the years in our lives their priceless eyes..
We know, that heart be everything; never words nor some robotic marking this clock ? Kissing eternity.
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