A watch from the berrtes eye
secret silinet he cryies
through the work of a jugten deed
a world he sit where no one takes heed
the new wind blows ash in dust
a look from wishiling window
showing no aprayven norical forshiven
As the shadow towers over me
I sing a hearts praise to all lost children
awaken and dawriness intent begavaning my eventdence
i shower the the places of my past
in this overchure of suprise I cradle my last emphise
I work hard to make thing new
I began with this next of kin
A tiped nouse blinking it's fastin
The dull axes couteraction
I wangraond uptichure of my atimasity
Apraganding these two heartbroken lovers
Sore under oath to persert them both
I walk alone to actord my salvage
The presure of this unburn thratise bragging in my face
I object in theses halls of forgatton backlashing
This four hored watch this ucrane
As the mamed game backran her i am avenged
THw wac swocks the tuk bock lock
While i cindle my brushin brides backstab
Categories:
unburn, devotion, faith, forgiveness, people,
Form: Ballad
August is sunburn and moonlight
August's a menace to men.
When the casual canoer discovers l'amour,
August has done it again.
August is moonlight and sunburn,
When the bachelor sows as he reaps.
His sunburn just might finally unburn,
But he's burned in the moonlight for keeps.
Categories:
unburn, devotion, lost love, love,
Form: Rhyme