Literary Enclave:
Poetry Zone

On the day that I was born
I smiled at what I left behind

I ran through the brambles and I cut my skin
But I did not mind

I sing this song to God
Though I don't know who you are
There's nothing in the sky tonight
Not a single star 

But if I live to see 
The dawning of the dawn
There'll be a million trillion shining spawn 

There beside the tree of dreams
Layed low like the falling leaves
A traveler to the other side 
Who finds, oh my --

On the day that I was born 
I smiled at what I left behind

I ran through the brambles and I cut my skin
But I did not mind

I sing this song to God 
Though I don't know who you are
There's nothing in the sky tonight
Not a single star

But if I live to see 
The dawning of the dawn
There'll be a million trillion shining spawn.

Oh no, the roads that lead me back
Are dancin' through my head
To daunt me with the fact of fallen love

It's a potpourri of daydreams
The briars that bind my hate
A face that leaves the sorry trace 
Of all who came before
There's a window to eternity
A slammin' of the door
Nostalgia soon to come
Fallin' into the furnace where everything was sprung

Oh no, the roads that lead me back
Are dancin' through my head
To daunt me with the fact of fallen love

Who took the time to find the means
To take what once was mine?
What about the days ahead
And the dangers I might find?
There's leaves whirlin' from the trees
And the phasin' of the stars
But that's a tale to keep 
Hidden from the faces of the children yet unborn

Oh yes, the roads that lead me on 
Are dancin' through my head
To save me from the fact of fallen love.

All the soldiers killed so far away
Are howling through the vale of the night 
Purple mountain majesties turn bloody anyway
Guess that's just the price of the game 

You tell me I'm not old
Am I old enough to be alone?
Who's that knockin' at your door?

But oh, the horror
You can watch it on TV
You can keep believing words
Soaked in duplicity
But that's all right, my love

Guess there's no coming back now, man
You're far away as the Aleutian Islands

All the soldiers killed so far away
Are howling through the vale of the night 
Purple mountain majesties turn bloody anyway
Guess that's just the price of the game