Word

Who here wants to know the word?

Another days morning, bird

Song and 

Begin to live

Music to my ears

Pass

On the street

Whoever you are pleased to meet

More

And word

Come to me

I am thee

Spectre

Long lost, relfection

Pain of morning

Brilliance of night

God, give the me the strength

To make it right

Or is wrong

Coming 

My grave

Foretold

Crafted of pure gold

Magic feelings

Bring me home

Lift up all the poor, souls

Pay the way

Make it another glorious, day

Word

Ties untied

Opaque eyes

Paper skin

Lust

Lingering

Death

Word is that the dream

Is all I have to mean

Living in the pain

Living each and everyday

Love, come my way

Surround me

Peace.

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