You sang so softly
I closed my eyes
Like snowfall on the water
I, the only child
You had been walking
And your skin was cold
You took the night with you
And I was enthralled
By the power of the light
And the sound of the changing tide of your nature
And it was evening, I saw my breath
I was needing to hear your tenderness
I was blinded by the sight
The power of the changing tide of your nature
Stay singing softly
You take me home
Like a slow boat on the water
Like an old stone
I was blinded by the sight
And the power of the changing tide
Blinded by the night
The sweet sound of the changing tide of your nature
All of us, every single man, woman, and child on the face of the Earth were born with the same unalienable rights; to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. And, if the governments of the world can't get that through their thick skulls, then, regime change will be necessary.
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Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Your Nature
A song by Hothouse Flowers.
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