Post by singularis on Jul 17, 2011 17:15:58 GMT -5
God how they burn.
How could I fail to discern
Such heartless lies?
Though they felt so real
I'm a fool for letting her steal
The best part of me.
But it's in man's darkest hour,
When reality has turned so cold and sour
That rebirth is made possible.
For from the ashes of what was
Arises a new hope
And a chance to cope.
The myrrh-sealed past
May be given at last
To the great Sun City.
How could I fail to discern
Such heartless lies?
Though they felt so real
I'm a fool for letting her steal
The best part of me.
But it's in man's darkest hour,
When reality has turned so cold and sour
That rebirth is made possible.
For from the ashes of what was
Arises a new hope
And a chance to cope.
The myrrh-sealed past
May be given at last
To the great Sun City.