Visions (you know just how I feel)
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We lost what's broken and shed down to the ground

Through the velvet isles and the start oak, gagged and bound.

And though I spoke of it I never saw what I found,
when the morning dew twinkled in the sound.

And with the highways browning leaves, I so turned to shout it,
They said I'd leave before today, but still you stood to doubt it,
I was subversive, and looked for a way out, I was so tiered then.

Even when I try to hide it you seem to know just how I feel,
When my lips turn violet, my eyes looking to steal,
Even when I confide it, you take every single bit of the deal,
But know its the visions of what I am that make it real.

On the winter beach head, the oceans power shone,
Over my bare body, lacquer linen, silent bone.
Although the howling was silenced by the stone,
the wind shook the trees till they moaned.
And although I stand inside the city, lost of all but my vision,
You see the sentimental wall, drawn down by my decisions,
I'm but a lover, and I've seen the worst in all, but I'm not crying.

 And yes I've been lonesome, through the streets without an end,
And I've lived through darkness, loss of love with none to lend,
And I've seen the dead speak wisdom, in the light before the end,
For the visions left within them,
Were theirs to bend.

Through the mission burros, the winos candle light.
In the church stone province, the painters came to fight.
I was sure the women were not likely to bite,
but through their gestures I just knew I wasn't right.
And with your self respecting tone, I know right now you see through me,
And through the street lights lingered dome, I know you never knew me,
For I fought hard through my childhood,
With all those tears and blood, you couldn't imagine.