Post by LouiZe on Apr 20, 2004 11:41:21 GMT -5
Eternity Seeking
Whilst the world and its neighbours were silent asleep
Something was stirring and leaving its keep
It wandered the streets beneath moonlit skies
And shuffled along screeching mournful cries
A night gown a candle some papers in hand
No objective in life but to search and to stand
Maybe she longs for that something she lost?
This spirit shall find it whatever the cost
Black are the orbs sunken deep in her head
Still is her pulse Tears throbbing instead
Veins are like cobwebs Green on her wrists
Frustration displayed as she clenches her fists
She stops and she glares at the paper she holds
Gently and slowly the parchment unfolds
Her orbs they transfix on the heavenly skies
She prays with her letter may come some replies
“Dear Father” she calls “If you are listening to me
Please find me my baby Allow me to see
You stole her away and my spirit can’t rest
‘Till my child returned and is safe at her best
My hunt it began in 1708
‘Till she’s back in my arms forever I’ll wait!”
That spirit still wanders through moonlit skies
And still can be heard are her mournful cries
She reads to the Gods her letter of rhyme
And hopes that her baby will come back in time
The era that dawns is 2004
Her tears shall be falling forever and more
Whilst the world and its neighbours were silent asleep
Something was stirring and leaving its keep
It wandered the streets beneath moonlit skies
And shuffled along screeching mournful cries
A night gown a candle some papers in hand
No objective in life but to search and to stand
Maybe she longs for that something she lost?
This spirit shall find it whatever the cost
Black are the orbs sunken deep in her head
Still is her pulse Tears throbbing instead
Veins are like cobwebs Green on her wrists
Frustration displayed as she clenches her fists
She stops and she glares at the paper she holds
Gently and slowly the parchment unfolds
Her orbs they transfix on the heavenly skies
She prays with her letter may come some replies
“Dear Father” she calls “If you are listening to me
Please find me my baby Allow me to see
You stole her away and my spirit can’t rest
‘Till my child returned and is safe at her best
My hunt it began in 1708
‘Till she’s back in my arms forever I’ll wait!”
That spirit still wanders through moonlit skies
And still can be heard are her mournful cries
She reads to the Gods her letter of rhyme
And hopes that her baby will come back in time
The era that dawns is 2004
Her tears shall be falling forever and more
