| Glory | TEXT | HOME |
Sea unto the sea this water falls
and riseth up without a need to
find a single resting place out in the waves
Never standing still but on my feet
a tremble always with the waves
a chorus chanting through my bones
to steer my way
Glory likes to listen in a
Dark and twilight corner for the
Bell to ring and signal its hour
Spangled are the towers on the
Heights of our fair mountains
Blinking LEDs and cellular waves
Shards of light descend bursting
Forth in sudden flashes lo a,
Stream of smoke across the sky
Blessed is the silence you will hold
in those spare moments just before
you leap into the night
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10/02/12
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