Fearless
Long hair waving in the new wind.
Time changes and it’s a nude beginning.
Bowie, I only worship one king.
All that is left are the songs we are still singing.
Heroes fall under the thunder sounds.
Waterfalls endlessly come crashing down.
Inside my own existence I continually drown.
I can never find the right way out.
Primal heart; bitten Devil man.
Longing for a new wave to send me to a better land,
Where people are free from eternal suffering.
I hold aloft the heart of endless dreaming.
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- Author: Aa Harvey ( Offline)
- Published: September 25th, 2020 09:17
- Category: Reflection
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