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Black box recorders

I draw a line in this sand
The heavens open
Washing away her plans
The castles she would  build out of sand

The stones she throws in her glass house
The girl who cried wolf
Who was chased from these green and pleasant
lands

The wind howls to night
The gods scream and fight
And might turn up knocking on that door
But there will be no answer anymore.

I washed away all my sins
Throw away her none
Precious things
A ring so bright and red
Forged in the earth

Her Mirrors cracked again
My ripped to tattered shreds
A new emperor can be found
To walk these lands as I leave
For hills the forests call me now

The wind howls to night
The gods scream and shout
And might turn up knocking on that door
But there will be no answer anymore.

The last leaves

 

All you people
Seem so strange to me
Hiding your hearts
Beneath your fickle opaque
Skin

Your all busy talking
About how your change the world
I’m sick of talking whilst our thoughts
And actions go unobserved

Let’s float away on this autumn breeze
And what will be will be
How lonely to be that last tree
Standing alone but free

All you people rushing around
I’ve no time to talk now
My heads stuck in these clouds
You told me to stop dreaming
But what else can I do
The day we stop dreaming
The sky falls in on me and you

Let’s float away on this autumn breeze
And what will be will be
How lonely to be that last tree
Standing alone but free

Whisper quietly now don’t you make a sound,
I see you standing there lost amongst the crowd
Whisper quietly now don’t you make a sound
I see you standing there lost amongst the trees

Let’s float away on this autumn breeze
And what will be will be
How lonely to be that last tree
Standing alone but free