Future Past?
Race like the wind to a far off shoreThe dreams you have will chase after
Leaving the wisdom deposited in them
To the mass of reflection buried there.
Dogs in the hunt howl at the moon
Starving to catch the scent of the prey
Water fowl are flying to the rainbow
And the sea is laid glistening and bare.
The prison you created is gone to waste
And the evil has risen up to see
The new world so shiney and free
Evolving into a blind mans desire
Which is lost in the depth of the eye
A wave moves to and fro in rhythm
With the song of the heavens
No more will there be a funeral pire.
Tender is the toungue of the angels
As they tell the future story untold
Pure light is coming to the realm
Infinity is now finite
Voices call forth the dreams of the enlightened
While breezes push the sails to the edge of oblivion
Waiving back and then forward again
Chanting the words of ancient rites
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