Golden Grace Poem

[llewyngreendale]

This golden grace is leaving at least
A storm inside a heart like a beast
Oh – Since desires are made of the sun
Don't be a sleaze or such a son of a gun
Water flows from high above the sky
A little wing-less bird attempts to fly
For every single soul there in rest
Be eternal, let peace be a quest!

This mind is opening hearts and souls
An old man; he owns too much bowls
No, not many tough, but he could sell the world
He never misses a trick, his hair is curled
A huge sense barricade is collapsing now
I'd like to fly but I don't know how...
For every single soul there in rest
Be eternal, let freedom be a quest!

Lots of huge buildings are grown inside
Where all the emptiness couldn't hide
I looked upon it and thought: Fare thee well!
Perhaps someday everything burns down in hell
Oh, my solitude! With whom I can share it
Among an endless number of bounded hearts that fit
For every single soul there in rest
Be eternal, let love be a quest!