" To Her " 

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Blue eyed son

The ancient word 

A child’s mind an angel’s bird

All are sitting right here

Looking through you 

 

Cloak and dagger falls away 

To burst the spells 

with the coming day 

Clever woman sweetly braves 

The darkness in the night 

And always knew you 

 

With her intuition finely tuned 

Her body full and ripened moon 

She changes like the sandy dune 

Your salvation if you’re good 

She’ll offer to you 

 

If you take it 

She’ll reveal her teeth 

And crown you with a witches wreath 

And leave you just a step beneath 

What you are made of 

You will have to show it to her 

 

Naked in the circled stones 

Bold and weary to the bones 

Searching for the perfect tones

To tell her of your depth 

And how she is to you 

 

She listens but you’ll never know 

The home fires in the blizzard snow 

Til many suns and moons do go 

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Down the roads and she beholds 

What she can get away with 

Doing to you 

 

By then you may have given up 

When she begins to fill the cup 

And asks you why 

You don’t bring flowers 

To her 

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Time will pass and you may roam

In foreign flowers crumbling thrones

And one day know it in your bones

That she is your eternal home 

And crawl back by your power 

And give it to her 

 

This is love and this is why 

We touch it all beneath the sky

We fly so high before we cry 

One day just as if it’s fate 

We make it 

To her 

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☀️

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​Poetry - Freedom

Music ~ Joshua Joseph

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Remastered by -

Näthan Saith Gangadean

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