vrijdag 2 september 2011

DAISY DON’T YOU CHOP DOWN THAT WILLOW TREE


Sugar cane, refined packaged and sold
Tribulation under your hide
Your feet are now doing the overrunning
Make it through the driving rain
Find your way through both sides

Our baggage defines us
But never let it become the yoke
pressing down your neck
Yet fear and anguish becomes us
But hey: What the heck?

Voice your love or remain unseen
Execute elation or become one with the bream
Drifting till the freshwater meet the salt
And your existence comes to a halt

So when you doubt
Think of the smallest gestures
Those are the ones
everlasting


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