onsdag 16. juni 2010

The liberator

He's a liberator
Mother nature's precious son
Cradled in her earthly womb
To him they all run

Craving for him
Yielding to him

With a dewed crown
He's a king
Gilded by the autumn
And he wears a wooden ring

Signs of the royalty
He's achieved for his gift
He'll take you up in his palace
And make your world shift

What's been unseen
Will be cleared
What's been outrageous
Will be dared

Turn the path
Let yourself be taken
It's nature calling
If I'm not mistaken

Trust your instinct
The assurence, the instinct

Return to everyday living
With a sting in your heart
And a sigh in your chest
You've been struck by a lovedart

And you'll never find rest

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