One day

You will be the one

To say I'm sick of empty fun

It means if your faith is strong

It means you are no longer astray

See I see all the light

It comes straight from the sun

And I want to get near

So I can be clear



Soon I will

Merge with the one

Soon I will

Be with the love

One day

When the lights turn green

There is no time

This love I thirst



Don't get shy

Don't get caught

With the world

And its thoughts

I'm not asking for worship

Or lazy sleazy thoughts



Soon I will

Merge with the one

Soon I will

Be with the lvoe

One day

When the light turns green

There is no time

This love I thirst



Don't get shy

Don't get caught

With the world

And its thoughts

I'm not asking for worship

Or lazy sleazy thoughts



(The Sister of Sleep)

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He was thought of as strange

A good looking man

And shallow eyes

Like two hidden from view and

Empty puddles of hue

His views on death

Spread like two anecdotal tales

Although he reclining declining

To disclose in public

These opinions in public

The tales held the key



Death is the surname of sleep

But the surname unknown to us

Sleep is the daily end of life

A small exercise in death

Which is it's sister

But not every brother and sister

Are equally close

Giving to the enemy

A small exercise in submission

And holding onto nothing



He was thought of as strange

A good looking man

And shallow eyes

Like two hidden from view

And empty puddles of hue

His views on death.





One day

You will be the one

To say

I'm sick of empty fun

It means

If your faith is strong

It means

You are no longer astray

See I see all the light

It comes straight from teh sun

And I want to get near

So I can be clear



Don't get shy

Don't get caught

With the world

And its thoughts

I'm not asking for worship

Or lazy sleazy thought