The Days Answer
The days are long and sometimes cold
You can feel the wind piercing the young to the old
You want to travel away from the Peekers
Coming like a fiend through the desperate speakers
The speakers speak words of the past
Words of protest with his mind and his words
The weeded street needs to be picked
Thrown away for the day is sick
The hunters do not speak they only listen
Whilst the mission is upsetting their decision
Just take me on the highway thats free
Maybe someday I will finally see
Its tainted of memories of Vietnams retreat
The birth of lust is the age the parents ask
The fairy tales of the nurse are sitting under the glass
Whilst the youngest fly in the wind like a lonely kite
In the blueprinted eye thats filled with night
How many questions ask Mr. Cohen
As we plant a seed slowly growing
(Poetry to Grow a Tree)
The days are long and sometimes cold
You can feel the wind piercing the young to the old
You want to travel away from the Peekers
Coming like a fiend through the desperate speakers
The speakers speak words of the past
Words of protest with his mind and his words
The weeded street needs to be picked
Thrown away for the day is sick
The hunters do not speak they only listen
Whilst the mission is upsetting their decision
Just take me on the highway thats free
Maybe someday I will finally see
Its tainted of memories of Vietnams retreat
The birth of lust is the age the parents ask
The fairy tales of the nurse are sitting under the glass
Whilst the youngest fly in the wind like a lonely kite
In the blueprinted eye thats filled with night
How many questions ask Mr. Cohen
As we plant a seed slowly growing
(Poetry to Grow a Tree)
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