Wise Men Lost by Walter Jones

Some say that the world is born each day. For me I live for love
waiting around the bend buried in the hope man will be saved

He tipped the bottle back and took his last swallow
Saw the world and his life pass before his eyes and in that moment
I heard the new born baby cry

Hearts never die they just live in the cry of a child's eyes
Wind with ice sting the skin of a girl given to inner fear

So much hurt escapes from under her cape as the day bends
Which is the friend that let the pain inside her dreams in self

As we look back I see pieces of me and Mary reaching for the ring
No man has to be seen to be felt in the wedge of hearts singing to the soul

My dreams let the help of self-saved in memories blessed by forgetfulness
On a park bench in the corner of the park as the choir sings to me

He tipped the bottle back and took his last swallow
Saw the world and his life pass before his eyes and in that moment

I heard the new born baby cry

Feel the song of life as it cuts the reality like a rusty knife left to lay in a death
Her eyes filled my eyes with love and tears as it should be she was close to me

Fate leads the past back to me and lets the world cry back the vision of sin left
Sorrow and regret selects only the boy who never stopped growing just living

Never in the bless will a path exit shadow on a wall image child with mother sought
Hearts never die they just live in the cry of a child's eyes

He tipped the bottle back and took his last swallow
Saw the world and his life pass before his eyes and in that moment

I heard the new born baby cry

Purple dress lays folded neatly with liquid running down a manger scene
as He tripped and fell rough hands lifted him to a night in a jail cell

From a cross hangs a thought about the soul saved and I find joy in forgiven
Though the shadow lasts in the night air I see the color glass and feel the rays

Candle light graces my face as I light a candle for the world yet to face solace
Will my special angel find me this day in which I hold all my fragile life at hand

Time slips past the child glowing in the resting-place of mother and child living
Who will carry the cross of the man who placed them in the world of man save

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Wise Men Lost
by Walter Jones (Age: 63)
copyright 01-07-2007

Age Rating: 7 to 127

Prose-n-Poetry.com

Wise Men Lost by Walter Jones (Age: 63) copyright 01-07-2007 Age Rating: 7 to 127

Wise Men Lost
by Walter Jones (Age: 63)
copyright 01-07-2007

Age Rating: 7 to 127