War of a Conscience
Crouched in a corner with a knife to my neck
The shadows of wicked smiling faces all around
Where to give where to go
A blind man tries to show me his story
Goosebumps litter the landscape of my back
cold wet tears are screaming for a home
No one knows why feathers dance
Perhaps its because they’re born free
Dancing naked in the sun
Their beauty out for all to see
No restraints and no regrets
The old woman coward behind her wrinkles
Beauty hidden time slipping truth unknown
The soft kiss of a spring breeze whispers
It’s time to love again it says
It’s time to love again
the strapping man’s bravado is a weathered shield
Holding off the flames from past dragons
Pas battles for a maidens appreciation
Scarred in battle his tired heart strong
Waiting for the weight of her love
So soon will the sun set
Shadows give way to complete darkness
Smiles of the wicked not seen
But the dogs can still hear them
Licking their chops
Down slides the drool
As eyes of the persecuted smile at the stars
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