Friday, October 28, 2005

the devil you find is your own


For as so much as eagles fly,
and waves beat across the sand,
I see the sky above me,
and the devil takes my hand.

Across all time
and thru all space,
I've wandered 'cross this land.

And never 'til my dying day,
will I ever understand.

I see the pain, I taste the joy,
It's distant, shut away.
It's not me, but I want it too,
more than I can say.

The devil smiled, and the angels danced.
The faries played a hollow tune.
And still I wander, hand-in-hand,
And I wonder, and I wait.
Some answers come too soon.

Before you leave, my silent friends,
close your eyes, open your soul.
Reach out you hand, and before you know,
the devil you find is your own.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Very nicely said.