Ravi
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« on: March 01, 2006, 08:38:38 PM » |
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Walking
Walking, straight line, cutting sand You think you understand her needs Walking, maybe hand and hand You think you know just how she bleeds
Torn inside in your head As she’s moaning Her chest is rising as she breathes
I can hear what she’s said As she’s holding The baby screaming between her knees
And I’m writhing in pain again Like a man who’s lost his friend Waving flags are just cycles Of ignorance we like to follow The seeds we sow are vain and hollow men
Walking, straight line, cutting sand You think you know just how she grieves Walking, maybe just as friends You think you know what she believes
Pointing a gun to her head And I’m loading My hands are shaking like some disease
I can tighten my grip And she’s choking She’s falling back down to her knees
And it’s transient thought sublime Like a shadow, catch the eye States are puppets with choices Lock your mind it stops the voices You may think that you can never cry
And I choke upon the words For our passions, we must serve Think again as she turns that face Postulant with an awkward grace To falter now would be the cruellest crime
Keep on walking Keep on walking Keep on walking Keep on walking
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