Lo and behold Dying Stars
Sometimes my hands block,
the space in front of me,
the space in front of me,
As if I were blind and,
although you may disagree.
although you may disagree.
Tables they be turning,
While dreams once were yearning,
Lay there ashes and still lay burning,
We once thought tides were turning,
Now although blindly led into this exile,
It's nothing new it's another trial,
The answers caught up busy in denial.
If my soul it cried,
till the roots were dry,
till the roots were dry,
In the open winds
All the embers flight
And love turns to,
And love turns to,
Burnt ash to ignite,
Till No body remembers,
The girl inside,
The lonely little fire,
As the ash passes by.
One day it died,
The spark that would explode,
Dying star, comes to a crossroad.
Opened my heart in whispers,
Only will it implode Now.
Why in whispers
What may then love explode?
In passing winds,
Must this be
Why
Bloom for you to erode?
When love is past, lonely dew drops,
Petals closing into darkness,
To thank you now I wonder…
Would it bring lightening ?
From a bitter kiss of thunder,
That blew wishes
To the World,
That isn't this hard to understand
Fill me up
2 empty hands
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