Tortured souls hear the pain
Nothing in it, all in vain
Climbing out, out from pain
Crucial not to be flushed
Down the drain.
Melody running in my head
Ponder what I really dread
Muster forth the power said
Rock all that fuels
This in my head.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Tortured souls hear the pain
Nothing in it, all in vain
Climbing out, out from pain
Crucial not to be flushed
Down the drain.
Melody running in my head
Ponder what I really dread
Muster forth the power said
Rock all that fuels
This in my head.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Total mystery holy perceives
All that flowers
On the island of sacrilege.
Not alone, never been
Muster on across the bridge
Into beauty there to live.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
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