Take Me
Away
From the fray
Tear drops on me soul’s windows
Blood droplets from wounded displays
I, me, all of my being
Drowned with the pain of no longer believing
When hope has died, from those many famines
What pray tell is left to fathom?
Oceans deep
Mountains steep
Maidens only left to weep
While Knights make their daily keep
Life
gone
far
away
The seminar of the dead
We shall weep for those still away
Love lost
Lost lovers
White doves
Doves fly away
Hold hands with those in need
please dont make them plead
love is grand if you know is a seed
Smile, for that’s a food that feeds
In the nights of long ago
In lands that hold tales that never let go
Let me rest there, and let me be
I lost my love, let me hold onto sanity
Tis a rose, tis a thorn
The romantic always left forlorn
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