Stories I Tell
don't give me answers for i would refuse
"yes" is a word for which i have no use
and i wasn't looking for heaven or hell
just someone to listen to stories i tell
now what is a blessing and what is a dream
caught between portraits and none's what it seems
and why is it people expect there's a change
when i feel i'm a part of something i can't see
i feel the same
now don't ask me questions or i will retreat
fame is a cancer and ego its seed
now i wasn't looking for heaven or hell
just someone to listen to stories i tell
do we ever wonder?
and do you ever care...
subtle salvation in poems we know
hiding our heads in a shadow of home
now i wasn't looking for wreaths or for bells
just someone to listen to stories i tell
stories i tell
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A paveway of graveyards, wetted by tears
reflecting the clouds that huddle together
the sky to protect from seeing the pain
Unbearable, my soul uproars, the sobs of thousands grind all thoughts
Clouds of cremated hopes swaying like butterflies but dead, grey and dead
ashes fly snowlike, so soft and so warm and cover the names with a blanket
oh, fragnant, with guilt and despair oh, butterfly, yoru wings are cold
and tears...
reflecting the clouds that huddle together
the sky to protect from seeing the pain
Unbearable, my soul uproars, the sobs of thousands grind all thoughts
Clouds of cremated hopes swaying like butterflies but dead, grey and dead
ashes fly snowlike, so soft and so warm and cover the names with a blanket
oh, fragnant, with guilt and despair oh, butterfly, yoru wings are cold
and tears...