King in my dream town says,
"Here Ye: pride is gone."
Then he has his thrown
Throne to the ego-birds
Who fly with wilted wings
And die of broken things
Like hearts.
Heaven is here
If I'd adhere to the King's rule;
He says,
" a stranger's heart is raw,
Its vulnerable so do let your own heart thaw,
Or live lonely like the broken ego-bird
Whose lone stone heart's strings
Weight was more than its two sad wings."
Heaven is here...
Nervous glances dance like
Darts around me.
Faces find each other and then won't look. Avoiding looks
So's not to look quite human,
When human's got looks likely to find love in.
The end.
Writer(s): Craig Wedren, Stuart Hill
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