Give in to “me”
In the shadows on the green grass,
you seek solace
from the deafening uproar,
of the blindfold race
Pumping the devils poison,
in an uncontrolled parade
waiting for the night to end,
to see the suns shinning face
All walk towards the silent hymn,
where the song of the unknown plays
to fall when the time comes,
when the path beneath you fades
Open your eyes to see the stars,
to see where you can fly
above the trees of the unwanted growth,
to let out that holy cry
If you don’t desire the day,
you’ll never want the night to die
if you’re not ready for the madness,
there’s no need to cry
Unless the steps are taken,
until the doors are walked through
you’ll never taste the sacred fruit,
that’s been hanging there for you
February 8, 2008
well well well
now try it with guitar and ull get some good song
‘waiting for the night to end,
to see the suns shinning face’…. so m I
Taste the sacred fruit… desire the day.. Koolio man.. Navs all soul searching and sermonish…. Lets get music to that…
PS: superb writing
..walking towards silent hymns of the song of the unknown…looking where to spread the wings & fly…desire…madness of it all… the taste underlying it all !! …great piece of work…gives goosebumps…keep at it..