Post by PyroTechGod on Sept 7, 2004 4:44:59 GMT -4
A summer path gone swerving through the tree encrusted ground,
A curve, a twist, a kiss of wine, a scented burial mound.
A love is lost. A passion killed. Another forgotten name.
And when this day is dead and gone, the world is still the same.
Would you forget? Or stand forlorn instead of set him free?
Could you reach out and have the heart to bless that wicked tree?
Our lives are short, we toil long, and yet there are so few
Who look around and see the sights amidst the morning dew.
Not sure if I'm done, but I can always add more later.
A curve, a twist, a kiss of wine, a scented burial mound.
A love is lost. A passion killed. Another forgotten name.
And when this day is dead and gone, the world is still the same.
Would you forget? Or stand forlorn instead of set him free?
Could you reach out and have the heart to bless that wicked tree?
Our lives are short, we toil long, and yet there are so few
Who look around and see the sights amidst the morning dew.
Not sure if I'm done, but I can always add more later.
