to swallow my pride
is like swallowing a sword
beautiful danger
is like swallowing a sword
beautiful danger
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on stage poets spill
guts like glimmering jewels the hungry crowd eats just when you thought it
was over, the real challenge has only begun long day in the car
fitful bits of dreaming sleep sore burning shoulders family gathers
when someone dies or marries call your relatives I am transferred through
buses, hours and daydreams going in circles each time you return
the place has changed, you have changed who have you become? phoenix rise again
show me how to rectify what has burned to ash
songs by candlelight
to bless our friend on his way 'til we meet again |
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June 2014
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