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Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Every Dying Man

Will You take my call
Break my fall
take my cup and drink it all

my heart's a seive
i start to live
it all drains out til i forgive

but i'm not like You
I'm caught in glue
You see me red, all i see is blue

not sure i grow
not sure i know
if i'm full of shit or true as snow


You are the Beauty on the lips
Of every dying man
You are the Beauty on the lips
Of every dying man

my soul is bent
my birthright lent
to the terrorist that sent

me back in shame
but you speak my name
off my ankle falls the chain

Your voice is free
It calls to me
With haunting love and liberty

Beloved son
my favorite one
just take my hand and we will run


You are the Beauty on the lips
Of every dying man

You are the Beauty on the lips
Of every dying man
You are the rock under my feet
Instead of my castles made of sand
You are the Beauty on the lips
Of this dying man
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