You'll be a free bird,
With feathers that glow,
A bright golden essence swirling like snow.
Your smile was a beacon enduring the cold,
Steadfast in a market where lies were sold,
Lines traced into trunks- unlikely to fade,
Remember, forget
The games we played
And you'll be free bird,
With feathers that glow,
A bright golden essence swirling like snow.
'Happiness' aches
From pounding my veins
And freedom can't make me
Believe once again.
Confusion will stay,
When you walk away.
When you walk away,
Confusion will stay.
Comments
SundaysChild | November 26, 2010 - 20:40
I like this. Some really beautiful imagery.
You'll be a free bird,
With feathers that glow,
A bright golden essence swirling like snow.
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Your smile was a beacon enduring the cold,
Steadfast in a market where lies were sold,
Just lovely. Well done :)
Luly Whisper | November 27, 2010 - 17:39
This is almost a song. I like it.