Like the sun drinks dew,
Like it could kill its desire,
I speak loud
To cheat myself to believe in
All the false around
Embracing me
I´ll cut a long, long forelock
To shade my eyes
I can´t see that
My sense is warning
I´ll share the same destiny with St. Peter
If I realize I´m walking on nothing
"To cheat myself to believe in
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So true... beautifully conveyed. :)
last stanza isn´t good yet. I´m not happy with it but let´s see.
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