I missed out on all the words that were being hung on the wall But I came and saw for a little while or more Every place, every one, everything that she bore And statues are made out of something forgettable In the prisons they call parks where the weak people drink Are useless sorry souls Magnetized by the brink And she lays on concrete waiting for the world to take Living in whales road rolling on travellers wake With the double edge sword of both success and failure In the grip of warriors here for no ones sake And sailors and wicens swimming with there face rust Who did you come here with? Who do you trust? The hight of peace spelling out city streets And hurricanes and flash floods of people you meet It's the same old roads that follow your feet Don't be in such a hurry to be with the possesions you keep Chaos of new days being dunked into rivers of old And was it so desperate you Had to find something that could be sold? Between the road maps and the street signs Myself walking at the earliest of light To the place where there's no dreams only true sight That's the way it should be if you can get it right Comets of hope on a long journey to dust Past or present if we all must be here Then be here we must The workers are cooling off in pubs they built in hard lands Fallen on the ground where the unicorn stands It kills you to realise how quick hands change hands When your left in the heat to pick up the strands They're painting epitaphs in the footsteps of men The passports are shining And the wings are given Your place had a broken phone that never ever rung But when it did, man that thing surely sung Anything you do tonight, tomorrow will have to be fixed up When she spoke she had to brush the dust off her tounge When your at the end of a chapter nothing matters any more All the people who sleep everywhere To those who only have the floor Goodnight all you poor, sick and disgustingly well Any of you I can recall, you sing like a bell This world is crooked 'cause from the heaven it fell But I see people with their wings flying over the abyss of hell And I'm standing in your house, it's a pleasure and more It's a funny old world Damned if I know what it's for
Reason for writing:
Standing in your house(the fallen house from heaven)is all us lot with rusting faces(bueaty and usefullness that only fades until our death) and with our face rust we swim in waters of comotion, trials and no real rest.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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