Heart raises and rises
Through the endless
Indian Summers
Come back to a pulse
Like the undead rediscovered
They say that Christ raised
And that with God are the dead
We're lost in leaflets
And passion with spreads
Like toxic flame
We submit from our chains
Until we are lifted again
As mortal pulse bends
To a near miss
And we rise
Towards the sky
Endless Phoenix wish
To fly amongst eagles
To partake in free bliss
Love of no description
No scribe can make
Serve the worth of skies
Or wait the while that exists
Passion that riles the vain
We pursue
And allow it to remake
All that we know
Make all that is new
Like happiness
To the final line
A smile
Quiet solitude
An indians short prize
The land consumes
So do we all
Keeping poise intertwined
Yeah we do all preserve
And we all often transpire
And strive towards the unheard
Righteously pressed for a timeless lit world
Blood stains the ground
Yet still a light in man
The quietude is revealed
After the thousandth lifespan
What can man offer
The kingdoms of old
Compared to God's inspiration
Of a soul and it's warmth.
Through the endless
Indian Summers
Come back to a pulse
Like the undead rediscovered
They say that Christ raised
And that with God are the dead
We're lost in leaflets
And passion with spreads
Like toxic flame
We submit from our chains
Until we are lifted again
As mortal pulse bends
To a near miss
And we rise
Towards the sky
Endless Phoenix wish
To fly amongst eagles
To partake in free bliss
Love of no description
No scribe can make
Serve the worth of skies
Or wait the while that exists
Passion that riles the vain
We pursue
And allow it to remake
All that we know
Make all that is new
Like happiness
To the final line
A smile
Quiet solitude
An indians short prize
The land consumes
So do we all
Keeping poise intertwined
Yeah we do all preserve
And we all often transpire
And strive towards the unheard
Righteously pressed for a timeless lit world
Blood stains the ground
Yet still a light in man
The quietude is revealed
After the thousandth lifespan
What can man offer
The kingdoms of old
Compared to God's inspiration
Of a soul and it's warmth.
Christopher Baird--all rights reserved.
Copyright, 2013, Written on January, 2013.
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