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i was writing a song...realized i couldnt really sing it...its a poem now:

the hearts like seeds fell down
and roots grew down from ground
and wound around and round
till farmer came and found
they could not be unwound

a bitter seed, a dying reed
give birth to one with need
whose fill will come from one alone
with passion yearning still

to be the sun, to be the rain
the plow is not yet tame
this fertile ground would sing again
could it but speak his name

her needs are met in time
the fruit is on the vine
when ripe for pressing wine
love's crushed and in we find
the scheme of the divine

to be the sun, to be the rain
the plow is not yet tame
this fertile ground will sing again
it cannot hold his name

a man of thieves, from shoulder heaves
the weight of all of these
whose fill will come from one alone
with passion yearning still

thats all i got right now...i wrote it this morning so if you laugh at me i wont be offended. i think i put about as much thought into it as a paper in college.

Posted in: on Thursday, April 20, 2006 at at 1:52 AM