Monday, 7 December 2009

 

A Future Of Our Make

Do you hear, hear that
Train, train of life?

Can you see, see
People undone so many
In bars and drinks?

Do you feel, feel that
Pain, pain of love?

Can you touch, touch
Hearts drowned so many
In hope and intoxication?

Do you dream, dream that
Star, star of destiny?

Can you realize, realize
Life made so many
In Oblivion and rush?

Rise...
Rise now my spirits, and
To that horizon tread, away
From that star, another
From pain, and
Into that engine dwell
A future of our make
May life treat us kind...

Comments:
mmm...the last stanza made me drunk.
 
i was drunk myself, when i wrote that :)
 

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