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Wednesday, July 27, 2005

Like a Stone ....















On a cobweb afternoon
In a room of emptiness
By a freeway I confess
I was lost in the pages
Of a book full of death
Reading how we'll die alone
And if we're good we'll lay to rest
Anywhere we want to go

In your house
I long to be
Room by room patiently
I'll wait for you there
Like a stone I'll wait for you there
Alone

On my deathbed
I will pray
To the gods and the angels
Like a pagan to anyone
Who will take me to heaven
To a place
I recallI was there so long ago
The sky was bruised
The win was bled
And there you led me on

And on I read
Until the day was gone
And I sat in regret
Of all the things I've done
For all that I've blessed
And all that
I've wronged
In dreams until my death
I will wonder on

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