Tavis263
12-18-2003, 05:47 AM
I will breathe fire into the tulip trees
I will bless all that is forgiven
For there is no truer time I live upon
I walk the path of the blackened fields
and watch the crimson prison of laughter
I am forever seeking the inner you in me
as I walk past your forgotten lives
I treasure the small lash upon which you still exist
I burry the weak and feeble in shards of glass
For there is no other tin hat I wear
You are forever sold to no desire
Your hand it clings to thin air
In your last and final fragmented memory
I watch you lie forever in shards of glass
I will bless all that is forgiven
For there is no truer time I live upon
I walk the path of the blackened fields
and watch the crimson prison of laughter
I am forever seeking the inner you in me
as I walk past your forgotten lives
I treasure the small lash upon which you still exist
I burry the weak and feeble in shards of glass
For there is no other tin hat I wear
You are forever sold to no desire
Your hand it clings to thin air
In your last and final fragmented memory
I watch you lie forever in shards of glass