05 May 2007

old nobodaddy aloft

there are no colours left in these dark days
no hope for light or love beneath the sky
we live and breathe the triumph of the lie
no answer ever comes to one who prays
one who remains does not declare he stays
from every heart we see the last hope fly
a name that marks us never seems to die
the winner is the one who justice slays
beyond us there's an answer we don't see
a set of symbols that we'll never hear
a multitude of seekers who can't find
a single object of desire instead they flee
this narrow world we still want to hold dear
since lacking vision we've all become blind

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