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| Rohan's Space |
 [ When A Blind Man Cries ] |
When a blind man cries
Tears that fall from his eyes
Unfathomed the pain and sorrow
For a man who knows no tomorrow.
Trusting us with the words we say
Believing us differentiate from night and day
Across dangers he takes our hands
Following, not knowing his last stand
To hurt him is to kill him
His heart knows neither bright nor dim
Life to him, a dark gloom
His innocent mind, a torrid place
He knows only love unknown
A simple cane his scepter, for every stone
When a blind man cries
Watch him fade, watch him die
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| [ Cry of the Dark ] |
Give me joy or give me pain
The latter I cherish just the same
I yearn and seek your lies, the bounty
I crave for you, you common thief
Polished in suits of silk or cotton
You lie like the rest, a filthy animal
You crave for the power of success
Forget the ground from where you sprung
The power of position now you have
Rule with oppression, now you can
Stress the weary burden the sad
Your joy is what the outcome hold
The cult you form of those licks
The one's who praise your doings
The cult you make is for me
Your souls are there, mine to keep
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| [ Prisoner ] |
Chained to burden great
Legs locked in a chain-gang
The stripes and bars the same
No sun to see, no moon and stars
Alone with none so decent
Caught in a limbo of good and bad
Crossed roads, purgatory visited
Standing and hoping, Oh freedom!!
Dream of an open space
Shinning sun, green gras sprawled.
Smell of nature, surrounds me
Running through grass and freeT
Need to visit, need to run
An escape to a free land
Making decisions , breaking chains
Rushing to love, laying in her armsT
Oh Lord, my only saviour!
A bowed down and breaking soul
Lead to success and dreams
But the gate to freedom, first you lead!
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| [ Confusion ] |
Confusion is a state of mind
That never leaves us far behind
The thoughts, the choices, the many whims
Lost at road's wires crossed within
Should I stay, or should I go
Should I die, or should I grow
Should I work, or should I laze
Speak the truth, or hide it in a haze
Love you, or to hate you
Friendly in love, or to befriend you
A person, or the heart I see
Lost in love, or should I be free
Clearing the cobwebs from the mind
Wipe them off to clear the blinds
To see what is really there
To feel the sun, to breathe the air
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| [ Rental Moves ] |
A dark winters morning
Cold chills seeping through cotton
A calm day and alls well
Till she walked in, a living hell
"What can I do for you maam,"
"I need to move, so is my plan"
"You have time and a lot of it" I rant
"Yes, but now I must, my very plan"
Time goes by with suites, I have shown,
This cookie of a woman makes me groan
She looks, she sees, and decides to wait
Wonder why I took the bait
The sands have sifted through the glass
Avoiding the plague, a bitter mould
Lo and behold she stands again
Face to face, I feel the pain
She finally decides, my breathe is free
Now the papers signed she awaits her move,
Another peril I await with fear
God willing no heart attack near
And there it is, the string of woes
For work in a place she hardly knows
I am late for supper, my wife an her rolling pin
Suffering , O suffering, my taking for another day
The wish-washy loonie makes the move,
Freedom, short-lived, but for now joy,
I shudder to hear the apartment sounded
I crawl and quiver, un-anxious of the next encounter.
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