Monday, September 8, 2014

Wooden fate

When the dream is far away
Lie and close your eyes
There are endless thoughts to play
Quiet lullabyes.

There will come another day
Here or in next world
Let this night bring what it may
Every day a bird.

When the dream is far away
It is time to grow
If you listen to my plea
Let your pupils glow

Rest your sorrows at the feet
At the feet of cross
Wipe a tear and go in peace
With the Holy Ghost
Wipe a tear and take your own
Heavy wooden cross

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