There was once
In a little boy's dream
A city of time
Streets named yesterday
Towers reaching tomorrow
There was once
In a little boy's mind
A man of crime
Old man named savior
Tears reaching regret
There was once
In a little boy's heart
A key to find
Sights named passion
Truths reaching reason
(c) Marc Noël 2004
September 20, 2018
September 05, 2018
FireBlood
There is almost no fight left
The fire is almost gone
I have no more blood to spare
No more scars that heal
Your touch is the only relief
From this world of pain
Yet I search for purity
Where I can’t stay in denial
There is almost no time left
The fire is almost dark
I have no more light to shine
No more tears that feel
Your heart is the only belief
In this world of lies
Yet I search for clarity
Where I can’t understand confusion
There is almost no love left
The fire is almost cold
I have no more warmth to give
No more life that inspires
Your compassion is the only relief
To this world of redemption
Yet I search for death
Where I can’t be reborn
(c) Marc Noël 2018
The fire is almost gone
I have no more blood to spare
No more scars that heal
Your touch is the only relief
From this world of pain
Yet I search for purity
Where I can’t stay in denial
There is almost no time left
The fire is almost dark
I have no more light to shine
No more tears that feel
Your heart is the only belief
In this world of lies
Yet I search for clarity
Where I can’t understand confusion
There is almost no love left
The fire is almost cold
I have no more warmth to give
No more life that inspires
Your compassion is the only relief
To this world of redemption
Yet I search for death
Where I can’t be reborn
(c) Marc Noël 2018
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