Monday, December 14, 2009

Limbs and Branches

The Sun is alive
But I'm down below
With the ones to strive
to keep the fire cold

I am just the limbs and the branches
Heaven knows that I'm alone
Subject to whims and fancies
of my heart that turns to stone
when I'm not with you
I need your help and that's the truth
cause you're the roots of these limp limbs and branches
you're the roots of these limp limbs and branches

The moon is on fire
But I'm feeling old
Because I am the poison
that creeps into my soul

I need the anchor
of true salvation
to cure my rancor
to save my inside nation


I am just the limbs and the branches
Heaven knows that I'm alone
Subject to whims and fancies
of my heart that turns to stone
when I'm not with you
I need your help and that's the truth
cause you're the roots of these limp limbs and branches
you're the roots of these limp limbs and branches

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