Field of streams, inside a dream,
Aloft the golden life caught in between.
Hear the words, loud and clear,
Like the water flowing near
And drink the life, from inside a cup,
Of tears and blood, just drink it up.
Refresh the soul,
Breath anew, as the fire grows.
As midnight flew.
And the whitening dew.
On natures hand.
She sleeps in darkness
Oh reprimand.
An angel harp less,
No songs at hand.
Although her voice. It could be heard,
Through void shadows and a cracked earth
Hard as stone. Softly as a bird.
Im here at home, bonded as my word.
Field of streams, inside a dream,
Aloft the golden life caught in between.
Hear the words, loud and clear,
Like the water flowing near
And drink the life, from inside a cup,
Of tears and blood, just drink it up.
Refresh the soul,
Breath anew, as the fire grows.
As midnight flew.
And the whitening dew.
On natures hand.
She sleeps in darkness
Oh reprimand.
An angel harp less,
No songs at hand.
Although her voice. It could be heard,
Through void shadows and a cracked earth
Hard as stone. Softly as a bird.
Im here at home, bonded as my word.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
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