Muse
...musing since January 18, 2004
Open Places
6.10.04
I hide admist the open places
That no one dares to search
Look beyond their staring faces
We’ve so much left to learn
Preserving me, now
The gentle rain melds with the tears
And oh, how safe I feel
In these open places-
No one dares to search
Yes, deliverance rests
Within my bloodied grasp
Singing in my ears
They dare us never to turn back
Don’t turn back
Don’t turn back
<--- fall into my patterened tears... [return]
<---<--- catch me as i fall? [CS]