My life to simply when living from boxes I do confine,
No loose ends to unravel ,no endless lines to define.
Gypsy heart this one of mine, the fates to me are kind,
Wrapped me in thier velvet shades as long as my own path I mind
Silence holds the sweetest notes and smiles in my ear
Sweet music radiates from the passions or a seer.
What I need within my boxes I can find Wrapped in vevlet sweet refined.
Walked alone this road before So familar and safe to explore.
The tides will change and with them I shift
From place to place my spirits lift.
Calling winds I hear thier cry, yet part of I know will die.
BLeeding out, the world is thinning,
pages pressed ,the books are fleating,
where abouts do be belong, where abouts do we hail song.
Bleeding out, the winds are blowing,
Words to fade ,the days are slowing.
What abouts would we ye fighting, another war we are reciting.
Anothers cause to which you rally, burned down and scarred badly.
Left in silence, tattered jades. Do you know why, you obey?
BLeeding out, the languages failing,
type has paled ,the ways are wailing.
Count it up another number, write it down another quote.
catalouged this life your killing, lived to die the hate is thrilling.
Blind by will and willed to blind , the waters falling what you find.
Batter , bruised and dragged along, when will you learn your own song.
Soft the words they are reciting, loud the tempest we are writing.
Born of blood, the breed we are, born to bleed the tempest calling.
See the light the becons throbbing, feel the winds the air thier robbing.
Feel the razor wire wall, tear away , tear away and hear the call.
Born to bleed this race is falling. Born to die thier hope is calling.
CAcoons emerging wings of jade, ebon tips thier worlds enplayed.
They tie them down and tear them up.
Repair the wounds I let them up. Born to walk a bitter path, born to smile in thier wrath. Born to catch and stride on past.Evolove , emerge and transcend. Born to fly the ebon fire , born to live and I desire.
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