These steps they take me strangely close but far
Shadowed thoughts, slip away with the Answer
I know not where these lead, an angel’s lap or
a devil’s end, but to the flute I proceed
Though seeking you, dear friend.
Bent and gnarled is my mind, and my spirit lost
Is the world shattering or my sleep fraught ?
The Pillars are breaking, where hath You gone?
The sky falling, it shall end before long.
Your souls unstirred, safe in moral exile
No glimmer of hope, you say “it shall be fine“
You say dear friends that I sing of sorrow,
But can u tell whence shall come Tomorrow?
The wait
December 3, 2008 by coffee beans
This is on recession and joblessness.
yeah right. we believe your clarification.
but as usual, this is pretty.