| lay down | lay down your weary tune | lay down the song you strum and rest yourself | 'neath the strength of strings no voice can hope to hum | and let the morning breeze like a bugle blow against the drums of dawn | and be struck by the sounds before the sun knowing that the night is gone | and stand unwound beneath the skies and clouds unbound by laws | unbound by laws | and rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings no voice can hope to hum |
February 14, 2008
Make up the Breakdown
I’m giving up fortitude. I’m breaking down bastions. I’m interested in anything of sustenance crumbling. This is a compromise. I resign the princess. Take the land, my life, my costume, and my gold. Here’s my hand to hold. If it takes an army to get inside or just a sword that’ll be fine. For the amplitude, it’s sickening. And my countenance is fading. I see it quickly hardening back to the world, wandering thick-skinned with empathy. Pull the callous, I understand you’d soften this man. Come over anytime. I’m buying. I’m vying for your mind. I’m giving up fortitude. I’m breaking down bastions. I've been compromised. And I resign.
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