Draped upon the shoulders of this day,
the solemn cloak of life relieves the chill.
This fitting garment soon shall fade away.
A shroud that keeps the truth of life at bay;
a semblance of what was once freewill.
Draped upon the shoulders of this day.
Our mantle shields the sins of yesterday
and blind us to the deeds that make men ill.
This fitting garment soon shall fade away.
Safe within our world to our dismay,
the fabric of our veil protects us still.
Draped upon the shoulders of this day.
We turn our heads when all has gone astray,
forgetting war and letting children kill.
This fitting garment soon shall fade away.
So look beyond your woven fine array,
remember there are things we can fulfill.
Draped upon the shoulders of this day,
This fitting garment soon shall fade away.








and much love~ Desire~*~






this is aweesome 

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