Holy
Schmoly
When I’m
on a high,
Expecting
to see Nirvana,
Sometimes
low,
It’s
divine light I’ll see.
You and I
prepared
The
change of seasons,
And in
the spring
Became
what we’d want
To be.
Freedom
comes when life
Let’s go
of wanting,
In this sound the silence
Leaves us
breathless,
Panting
like two old banshees.
Stolen
are the echoes,
Brought
before the angels,
Denying
justice,
Unless we
come here to see.
Together
is the work
Where we’ll
know the spirit
Hand in
hand again,
Setting
the whole world
Free.
Love is
stronger than
The power
of evil,
And your
spirit moving
Saved my
soul,
Showing
what you meant to me.
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