This lonely existence paves the way
for the heart of hearts must beat
be brave
while this quiet lightning storm
wrecks the harvest bold we tried to sow
so it begins
the weight of blood still dances
beneath the skin
as the message a from hell says
we're bound to it
as the days become but the years to go
so take care of your freedom
he'll never know
I sit on the wing
for a blackbird's song
to tell me where and when
this all went wrong
there's no resolution
without remorse
with ignorance of bellies thin
let's stay the course
puncture the skin
and see its blood run cold on
desert sand
come here to mend from mothers with
childless hands
as the days become but the years to go
so take care of your freedom
they'll never know
take good care of your freedom
they'll never know...





On April 16 2010 Edit

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