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No Where To Run
by Walter Jones (Age: 63)
copyright 12-18-2007


Age Rating: 13 to 127

 

There is a dagger left on the set of stage played by God
Sacrifice a child or a Ram
Trust from one to another
Just a lonely old man
Asking for his son
One lives
One dies

Lord I cannot be a leaning

Just a spark in the lamp

A tried and true

Blue flame

Left old

On your map



So the will and the wind call

I just bow to be a resting piece

No problems or pain

Drops of rain

As the world

Turns its head



Run when you can

Try your best to understand

Privilege and sane

Cup it overflows

Never know

Is it oil or blood



In the halo of comfort

I go wondering which way is up

A tribute to the fallen souls

Random lays

Slow and proud

Cries out loud

Today



Sun don’t shine

Body is wrinkled and old

Just a frail old man

Taking when and where he can

Wishing that he knew the way to go

Roll a cigarette comfort and forget

As the mind strolls on by



Words are said in hurt she spreads

As the willing sleep escapes

Stars move to day

Rebels should run

But he stays



Lord I hear you inside working hard to clean my pride

I feel the joy as days roll past inevitable death waiting

Ground it calls in snow and in dreary halls

Ghosts come to play



Its verified stray upon the willing way

As the last of love comes to go home

Master and son hand in hand

Celebrate Christmas day
babe in manger
let us
for
our
souls
pray


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