Blazing Sky
Blazing sky,flames stretched beyond view.
Burning passed, flames in whatever we knew.
Red skies are the morning dew.
Scattered pieces, symbols that ruled man.
Left broken, forgotten because we didn’t understand.
Flames in the sky blood in the sand.
If all hate was love.
If all caring was understood
If, if all hearts would have been filled with Good.
Death and destruction, king on the throne.
A life or death, all is filled with stone.
Dark paths lead to Skull and Bone
Saint or sinner, Death knows all
Our flaming prosecutors plan our fall
Fear, our burning sensation draws our call
If all hate was love.
If all caring was understood
If, if all hearts would have been filled with Good.
It calls upon us
Red flames in the sky
We are just human; in its dying flames we fertilize the red sky
Written on: The Moody Blues – Nights in white Satin
| lady-manja: | Woensdag, juni 02, 2004 15:56 |
| mooi werk... | |
| PoetMir: | Woensdag, mei 26, 2004 07:40 |
| Woow.. Ik ben zo jaloers op je! Ik wou dat ik zo kon schrijven! Echt geweldig! Veel liefs, Mir |
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| Shining Star: | Dinsdag, mei 25, 2004 22:30 |
| if is a big word.If if would become to be it would be even better : -)) Goed geschreven |
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| Cappy: | Dinsdag, mei 25, 2004 20:04 |
| thanks :) you know :) kizzzzzzz |
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| BloodElf: | Dinsdag, mei 25, 2004 18:50 |
| Oeh, this is really an amazing job!! |
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