Before Moving Tears lie still at the back of my heart Never reach my silent eyes A simple test is about to start Measure me up or down to size Tongue grows tender as I bite back words Too true, too small, for me to say Eyes grow weary trapping flightless birds Who never wished flight anyway I wish back to silver seas Rain that smells of peace and purity Had a sense of fear and surety In the way we'd laugh and tease I find myself again upon the wall Unfinished wings lay folded in my hands I wait to see your look before I leap I think perhaps the distance is too deep But you and I are yet in distant lands And so, with help or no, I still must fall Perhaps, when fight is fought, when war is won We may look back and laugh at what we've done << go back Raemanzu's Home on the Web
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