SONGS BY MUSED

Songs:

we do not sing with voices wowed with sweet volume,
We walk, wallowing swallowing the seeds
That travels like drops of rain
In our throats.
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We get addicted easily to the salty tears that stands on our foreheads
Whenever we break the shell of a new dawn
And keep the new eggs of life tortures .
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We break the yolk in our eyes
Round like rim of tyres
Bleeding hotness
And pain yawning through our voices.
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We feed the sunshine rising under our armpits,
We admit the moon is like a boy who feels the same too.
We rise and fall farther than our hearts can reach,
We preach of justice, but burden keeps lurking around us like spirits.
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We tell of tales sung as songs around a table
Where we build trust, trusting time will never fail.
We buy offerings and bury our pamphlets under our pillows,
We are welcomed, where our fathers didn't build his stable.
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Songs sometimes become a dwelling place
Where we forgot to teach our souls how to pray,
Songs sometimes becomes a ghostly walker of teachings.

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