She Died there, Under that Beautiful Willow Tree, All those Years Ago
The distance yields
To none and under the
Horizon off the coast
The sea to great too see
Desert land disserted
A million dreams away
She is waiting
In the furthest corner
For the world to hear
The bells ring
Loud into the soul
And for all the eyes
To see and to believe
The greatest Wall
And top most barrier
The Burdon carried
By all and by all
Is easily destroyed
Crumbled to its knees
When seeing
Becomes believing
And believing
Being greater than
What any eye
Could ever see
The call will land
Upon the ears
Of all those eyes
That couldn’t see it
And upon all those
Whom carry a broken heart
Saying listen to the voice
Whispering in detail
Lay waste the life
Held you so into delight
All selfish needs
Lust a great desire
And open your mind
The most powerful of all
The master of perfection
Perfecter of what’s mastered
Be not afraid of peace
The voice of your mind
Called as it died
And she was left there
Under the horizon
With only her voice
With only her dream
For all the ears
Who heard the ringing voice
Only turned away
And went about their day
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This is remarkable, it's
This is remarkable, it's sad, but somehow hopeful at the same time...I can't quite find the right words to explain it, but you probably know what I mean ♥