| | brothers battle broken bones
addicts struggle all alone
poets pen their anguished groans
we are barren dust before the throne
gather the particles in your hands
scatter them across the lands
lovers and fighters, wrong or right
nothing matters in the night
suspended in sleep or stalking the streets
trickled sand connections run deep
dead men walking terminal cancer
poverty-stricken street dancer
pattern of the bodies stands for
questions we're afraid to answer
crush our dust beneath your feet
dust to wine and dry to sweet
lovers and fighters, wrong or right
nothing matters in the night
suspended in sleep or stalking the streets
trickled sand connections run deep
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| | Posted 4/8/2007 7:58 PM - 1 view - 4 comments
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