Song 55 – Oh me!

To gain some friends
I made an attempt.
I wasn’t born to do
and all I did, happened.
I met none in the church,
neither on the road.
I knew them all so much
but my reticence was a load.

Never mind,
all this was to be.
Somebody always knew better;
why not me!?

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Song 42 – The next prophet

God save the next prophet.

I hope there won’t be
too much halo,
that burns the hell below.

Let him win it all for us
with tunes so ultimate,
against a tyrant world order
with the fabled one at the helm.

But then,
I hope there won’t be
too much halo,
that burns the hell below.

God save the next prophet.

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Song 39 – Who are you?

If love was indeed
all we needed,
and a friend was all
who will have heeded,

Who are you, my foe?
why are you haunting and
why do you follow?

If heart was all
that fell by sorrow,
and she has it
to lift it tomorrow,

Who are you, my foe?
why are you haunting and
why do you follow?

I yearn for the new before
knowing what old times had more
If my neighbors seems so sure
how I changed from year to year,

Who are you, my foe?
why are you haunting and
why do you follow?

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Song 38 – Him

You love a baby girl,
you know a boy
so rarely.

He made his way,
but found all he was
was carefree.

It’s hurting noone
to be so judging
him coldly.

He’s waking up,
hoping he can run
from a lady.

Men made the matter,
men wrecked it all
so gravely!

But don’t you know
a few gave the songs
so lovely!

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Song 34

It feels like somebody
left all the smiles
for me to ponder,
all days, every while.

Why is it you?
Why is it me?
Who made the job
so easily messy?

Feels like love is hard
to get in little baskets.
The look of it says
if that is, it’s tough to get at.

But why is that us,
not happy to be?
Who made the job
so easily messy?!

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Song 33

If you die in a war;
would you like
and not frown I live on?!

How would you look me upon?
How new will be every dawn?

If you had
a chance to try,
who would you like to be?

Would you keep the ranks?
or come humane
and hold some hands?

You ain’t my brother,
you carry no claim.
If we were strangers
anyone would be the same.

Would you keep the ranks?
or come humane?
Would you live
and hold my hands?

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Song 31

On the fast lane,
in the age of planes,
he walks by and wanes.
Somebody has had an eye
to see, but missed him again.

Oh not again!
Not again.

Where are all the ill-fed going?
Who knows the drains?
Somebody has had the conscience
to know, but missed them again.

Oh not again!
Not again.

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