Un-repented
It grieves me not,
To hear the cry,
Of one so quickly,
To imply.
The whines and moans,
Of gossip�s lies,
On angel�s wings,
The burden flies.
And talk and talk,
That echoes loud,
It hides behind,
A whispy cloud.
Repeated here,
And whispered there,
Till soon the meaning,
Is less than fair.
It�s said on high,
And repeated low,
Till nothing�s left,
Save words to show.
It is for those,
Who think not deep,
For those who mass,
Within the heap.
It grieves me not,
To hear the cry,
Of one so quickly,
To imply.
The whines and moans,
Of gossip�s lies,
On angel�s wings,
The burden flies.
And talk and talk,
That echoes loud,
It hides behind,
A whispy cloud.
Repeated here,
And whispered there,
Till soon the meaning,
Is less than fair.
It�s said on high,
And repeated low,
Till nothing�s left,
Save words to show.
It is for those,
Who think not deep,
For those who mass,
Within the heap.
Un-repented
It grieves me not,
To hear the cry,
Of one so quickly,
To imply.
The whines and moans,
Of gossip�s lies,
On angel�s wings,
The burden flies.
And talk and talk,
That echoes loud,
It hides behind,
A whispy cloud.
Repeated here,
And whispered there,
Till soon the meaning,
Is less than fair.
It�s said on high,
And repeated low,
Till nothing�s left,
Save words to show.
It is for those,
Who think not deep,
For those who mass,
Within the heap.
It grieves me not,
To hear the cry,
Of one so quickly,
To imply.
The whines and moans,
Of gossip�s lies,
On angel�s wings,
The burden flies.
And talk and talk,
That echoes loud,
It hides behind,
A whispy cloud.
Repeated here,
And whispered there,
Till soon the meaning,
Is less than fair.
It�s said on high,
And repeated low,
Till nothing�s left,
Save words to show.
It is for those,
Who think not deep,
For those who mass,
Within the heap.
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