As The Wings Of Perfect Flame Glow Out Of Passion.

Thursday, April 26, 2007

Begin again from the beginning.

I traveled to each road and the end of the earth
With no where else to go I looked back in amazement
When I finally realized how farther I had actually gone
I was still standing in the same place that I started
Till I found out and I cried out that there was silence
a definite silence... more brilliant than anything

And there was a bird with feathers brightest red and it spoke
At least that what you saw
I saw an angel on the whitest Novembers morning
And I heard her sing the sweetest cry as if she wanted to reach down
And tell me that it would be all right
And tell me it would be alright

I walked out and stared into the golden sun
I was blinded by an endless timeless beauty
till i found out and I cried out that there was silence
a definite silence... more brilliant than anything

And there was a bird with feathers brightest red and it spoke
At least that what you saw
I saw an angel on the whitest Novembers morning
And I heard her sing the sweetest cry as if she wanted to reach down
And tell me that it would be all right
And tell me it would be alright

Foreign train tracks serenade you
But
their sound is never permanent
These
landscapes ever changing
Like arrival times on railway billboards
You close your eyes and they are gone

And there was a bird with feathers brightest red and it spoke
At least that what you saw
I saw an angel on the whitest Novembers morning
And I heard her sing the sweetest cry as if she wanted to reach down
And tell me that it would be all right
And tell me it would be alright


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