Segunda-feira, 3 de Janeiro de 2011

The Moody Blues Poems....

 

 

Drifters Dialogue

 

Set foot on the a piece of grass,

Blessed by the great creator…

Naked and unmarked we wonder.

Trough out the phases of live we gain glory…

And with the past behind us we change time.

As all we know sometimes get shattered...

We find ourselves blocked by faith,

Like drifters we bear life on our shoulders,

Thru the misunderstood decades we torch a light.

Deceived by the future we kill devotion.

So Feeling is a misunderstood word….

Afraid to be weak we gain empty treasures…

Hearts bullied by nature that chain enslaved memories,

So nothingmen we turn….

Black booked creatures of the gipsy night,

Unsettled, unwanted and unreachable…we turn.

Drifters… just drifters…


Written by: David Nightingale às 02:42
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