The Wonder of It All
ten comes rumble is it any wonder
fasten the window pane in the utter insant
below is the outer court jester in the fixture
fasten the applause to bleed no hanging shade
you have reached the desrt smile still to know all the great while
sadness begins wth a spotted port all to weak
you stand helpless in between
come closer to me
there is enough shaded Pine grafted from its design
in pillage to vain all ports
you got me on solitude through the duration of time
to summon the Willow all is at gas
taking a turn for the worst heavy hearse
longing for the variation of time swans do shine
why you wallow in the outer banks
searching for a harness caused by fate
I exist as a song can't we all get along
the rattle snake has called it fate
love the Willow as does gone before
there are hero's in the sunset dashed to the door
make me bleed below the trees rivers bleed
shade of pine created by a historic design
I'm a fixture caught in time
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