Moving On
I must admit from where I stand That things are getting warmer Your presence is diminishing As the distance gets longer I hear you shouting I’m not listening I make out a sillouhette By gloomy cold pools A figure hard at work, Hunched wild with tools Your bitter alchemy Thrives in cold dark skies Cultivating seeds of truth, To knotted twisted lies I hear you shouting I’m not listening I must admit from where I stand That things are getting warmer Your presence is diminishing As the distance gets longer You keep on shouting No one is listening
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AuthorSam Weldon - Artist |