Be afraid and don't ask why

Be afraid and don’t ask why
Drink for me a sip of wine
Tel my mom I’m in the vine
I must leave the fools behind.

Skip on me and skip on thee,
Don’t get wrong on what was me,
I might have a special need,
Who was I when it was me?

What were we?

English handman at the band
Leather holding on his wants
Begging soldiers in the sand
Silver weeds were on his hand.

Not another way to go, not another way to stay.
Stay until you say

Pray until you pay.
Spit where I ate.

Run until silver, wait until dawn.
Break on to Friday
Always for mourn.

Receive the sweetest breath
And stay still till I come.

Showed up the spears
The enemy withdrawls
Betraying their king
For just one last kiss.

Not always the same while I come.
Under the moonlight setting up dawn
Over the dunes discussing at last
Why’d be my battle running so bad.

Where’d be the tables sweating at night,
Restoring the distance between floor and man
Just holding the struggle so cruel
Waiting till land wakes up again.

Just not for two as for twelve
Hitting the treasure but not far away
Always remember the price we must pay
Never pretend to be safe again.

 

Superb!!
I always thought that the words that actually had some sort of meaning were the ones spoke with the voice of the void that dwells withing... the space of the invisible and yet the only thing that's real.
and your words my friend, leave that marked and unstopable.
delightful reading.
always a pleasure.
:::hug:::

 

Hello my dear friend! I think you are the only one who actually liked it and that makes me very happy. I'll see you soon! Thanks for everything!