Tuesday, January 24, 2006
The Moon and the Tyrant
The night air it hits my face
Maybe the worlds not a bad place
Maybe this life, it can be good
If all of this where understood
Maybe I should not give up
Maybe life is not screwed up
Maybe there is love for me
A love like nights star covered dream
My love its found!
As my eyes they tear
Such a beauty is lovely and near
My love its name it is the moon
Sadly this loves not meant to last
As I sat there all aghast
As I see the murder of the sky
A evil fire that will not retire
Drowns my nightly sky
My moon is gone a tyrant is now in control
The sun is up my soul is dead
And all I'm thinking, all I see
Is lies of light and pointless things
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