Scraped flat by the roller
Prayer of pariah, and the lover's cry,—
which, once cerulean as Gogh's skies,
And what remains when disbelief has gone?
hatun
Of wars, wars, wars.
faceb
Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true,
Am a flowing river,
I never could talk to you.
Scraped flat by the roller
Prayer of pariah, and the lover's cry,—
which, once cerulean as Gogh's skies,
And what remains when disbelief has gone?
hatun
Of wars, wars, wars.
faceb
Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true,
Am a flowing river,
I never could talk to you.