Out of every loss a life is born
As when the deepest tears sojourn
Upon the lightest lily cheeks
As when two raving armies meet
Below the highest mountain peak
The clash of metal does blood seek
And as this sad barbaric trait
That we as humans do awake
Tears us seam by seam
Our ever highest hopes of days
That these sad fears should fade away
should be no more than feral dreams
But if there should no purpose be
How sad this existence it could be
And there would be only night
So in that ever burning light
Lays all the power and the might
One should ever need
And so forgiveness is our strength
That takes us too our greatest lengths
And washes our fears away
And though a river of tears still flows
Like pools of blood in the whitest snow
We never cease to believe
fredag den 26. december 2008
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