not till the last dog dies
minor crimes
committed by unwilling criminals,
unpaid debts,
stumbling apologies,
grasping hands,
desire unquenched
unabated by temporal passions.
no dream left unpunished
no pointless tear unshed
we're all just spinning tops
in the hands of tireless children.
when the wind becomes winded,
and the sun grows tired of shining,
and the hummingbird's heart
powers its last
tired flap of the wing,
will the new life learn from the old?
will all the old shepherds
still lead us down well worn paths
marched in obedience and despair?
will a new savior die
with the world watching
while secret captors keep real freedom in a secret cell?
won't know till we get there.
so keep living,
keep feeling,
keep a defiant heart beating in your chest.
never submit,
always remember
you're not the first one here.
you damn sure won't be the last.
committed by unwilling criminals,
unpaid debts,
stumbling apologies,
grasping hands,
desire unquenched
unabated by temporal passions.
no dream left unpunished
no pointless tear unshed
we're all just spinning tops
in the hands of tireless children.
when the wind becomes winded,
and the sun grows tired of shining,
and the hummingbird's heart
powers its last
tired flap of the wing,
will the new life learn from the old?
will all the old shepherds
still lead us down well worn paths
marched in obedience and despair?
will a new savior die
with the world watching
while secret captors keep real freedom in a secret cell?
won't know till we get there.
so keep living,
keep feeling,
keep a defiant heart beating in your chest.
never submit,
always remember
you're not the first one here.
you damn sure won't be the last.
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