It has a pretty complex meter and measure, but I'm sure you can figure it ALL out.
My little broken magic wand was all that we could use, so brace yourself for a suprise; (the sun's rays)
Couldn't we just wait it out? No, no, no time to lose
When in the end, our faces shroud, with lack of better use
And somewhere in the farthest star
The creatures, they know where we are
But caring for our world is not the case
For every single whole, there is laughter in the soul, but the whole can break apart; and so can we
You as well as I know we can ride upon the gale, but the sails can break too; or set us free
Couldn't we just row with oars? Whose oars? They mine or yours?
When we have no resources, can we find better shores?
If you count from Ten to O
Then hopefully the seconds go
And then we can be safe: my garuntee
Possibly we can, find gentle bay and gentle sand, and we avoid the shoals; or if there none
Then we can leave our barge and carry on our straying march, we can make a break; out run the sun
We find there might be places. Which resides the ones with faces?
And if not then we can look for any signs of any traces
We can start us two, anew
A better home for me and you
And never finishing fixing 'til we're done
Poetry by weirdzarun
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Written on 2006-12-30 at 06:05
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The March of the Golden Pedals
We haven't got a clue on how to validate on you, when the world turns counter-clockwise; speed of daysMy little broken magic wand was all that we could use, so brace yourself for a suprise; (the sun's rays)
Couldn't we just wait it out? No, no, no time to lose
When in the end, our faces shroud, with lack of better use
And somewhere in the farthest star
The creatures, they know where we are
But caring for our world is not the case
For every single whole, there is laughter in the soul, but the whole can break apart; and so can we
You as well as I know we can ride upon the gale, but the sails can break too; or set us free
Couldn't we just row with oars? Whose oars? They mine or yours?
When we have no resources, can we find better shores?
If you count from Ten to O
Then hopefully the seconds go
And then we can be safe: my garuntee
Possibly we can, find gentle bay and gentle sand, and we avoid the shoals; or if there none
Then we can leave our barge and carry on our straying march, we can make a break; out run the sun
We find there might be places. Which resides the ones with faces?
And if not then we can look for any signs of any traces
We can start us two, anew
A better home for me and you
And never finishing fixing 'til we're done
Poetry by weirdzarun
Read 556 times
Written on 2006-12-30 at 06:05
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