As much as walkng in grey, moons, streets shadowed , crispy cool air, i am but there , at times it is not as if we are lost but yet still seraching , we dewll deep, inside look, for paradis , ask for the mystic movements of sercerts hidden to move and make the next beat and blink a new one , we dont ask for much but this , i look at a screen , hiding a face, for i too seek , the flame to ingnite the LOVE, that sleeps , there is no , but a prepared , cove of its waiting bliss to warm the forgotten roadsthat lead back home, praying that the lord forgives dispite the ills i have said and done, andsometimes not even noticed till , the curtains are gone and light fades, ands stillnesss all around, i keep the cove hidden, away , cause every time i see it , it make me smile tickel away, now its back then the place isaw disspears, the lonesome nights firghtful days will soon cease, cause every time i lend and ear from with in , i hear the ligth bearer with that flame with so quite and soft i cant understand what is said, but if this is not the little bliss ican find, then, i surrender , till i have won.
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