Stumblin on a second hand
Waving to the scenes around us
As we take drink of our bitter brand
Searching for the real salt pearl
Leaving no stone unturned
Dancing to scene around us
As we step away from being burned
Will the fire burn bright
Right thru the night
Will there be ashes
Of our love
Waiting for a rain of manna
Wandering in the sands alone
Hearing the scenes around us
As we pick up another dry bone
Staring at the red orange sunset
Dreading the day ahead
Embracing the scenes around us
As we slip into our trundle bed
Will the fire burn bright
Right thru the night
Will there be ashes
Of our love
By Dave Schipper © 2013 Rose Riversongs
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