When freedoms song has soured,
if one measures only with time
and pale pewter heavens
hold a bitter sweet taste
will you be my lover, sublime?
So many words lie undercover
until the realm of lucidity shines,
just try to enter my reading room
I'll meet you, between the lines
In a secret jar I'll whisper your name,
seal the lid with lovers sighs,
some how the world seems smaller my dear
when a smile doesn't reach the eyes
You know, there's always a pattern to see
we'll hold fast to those exploding truths,
the bridge doesn't have to burn quite yet
although we have passed our youth.
So if my heart is lost and inspiration is no where
take my hand and show me your way.
Is it time to tinker whilst all is gone
or shall loneliness be our way?
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