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Ask 12: Bare your wounds

Don’t let it bring you down babe,
As the dragon crashes with the pain,
I see it all go round again.
Maybe not by the same name,
Maybe it’s just history repeating itself
Over and over and over and over,
Find me a lover, lets run for cover,
Sanctuary, hidden from the cascade of tears
That’s what we need, a place to hide our fears.

Sweetness in your youth, know no lie from truth.
Ignorance is bliss. What did I miss?
The world go by, take it in, exhale and sigh,
Open your eyes to the new day,
It may always be the last
Embrace the moment,
Hold no regrets,
Forget the past,
Whatever it is the proverbs say,
Find another way to drift away
With hazy Jane
Always she’s there
To take away the pain
To kiss the clouds with silver linings.
Wouldn’t it be fine if we could all agree to disagree?

What is it I feel when you are near?
Is it real babe? Do you fear me?
Why is it I see hesitation in your path?

Again and round the same,
The same as always and forever more,
pick up the pieces of the floor,
Rearrange them, with the dawn.
Rebirth. Reborn.

Out with the old in with the new,
Answering questions you thought you knew
The truth, but then again they lied to you.

Everything comes together in the end,
Come together one more time my friend.
Trip on, slip on, take a little chance on me, I
I’ll take a chance on you, tell me true babe
What is it you have to say when blank
Expressions confront your form?
This girl, in possession of her innocence,
You know she’s a break from the norm,
She wont conform to their rules,
She’s learnt to bend, then lend a helping hand.

Bare your wounds, we’ll find out soon
What is lost and what is found
Along with all that lies out of bounds to us.
Bare your wounds you’ll find out soon enough
What it is that makes you bleed, what is it your needing
Girl, another soul off which to feed?

Free me of my bondage to this plain,
Again and again the dragon crashes with the pain
We all go round the same.
Grounded in reality, the truth wouldn’t mean so much to me,
Yet this world is strange, the people stranger,
They’ll give you shit even if your born in a manger,
Born with a star to call out your name.

poem by David Lacey
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