شاكر دمَّاج
07-08-2008, 11:40 PM
Magic Wands
No more things are living today
All your ghosts are going to pray
No more life blazing in the sky
All the wings cease and wonder why
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When you're sick, lying on your bed
Like a queen but with tears you shed
Let the wind bring to you some leaves
Where your birds wrote some golden weaves
*
Take the leaves and make them good nest
Make your heart be in holy rest
After eight show it some moonlight
Then let in near your one who might
*
All your dreams, when sick, are near God
Stronger faith will lighten the blood
Thus pour tears weeping on your wands
magic world is between your hands
*
No more things are living today
All your ghosts are going to pray
No more life blazing in the sky
All the wings cease and wonder why
*
When you're sick, lying on your bed
Like a queen but with tears you shed
Let the wind bring to you some leaves
Where your birds wrote some golden weaves
*
Take the leaves and make them good nest
Make your heart be in holy rest
After eight show it some moonlight
Then let in near your one who might
*
All your dreams, when sick, are near God
Stronger faith will lighten the blood
Thus pour tears weeping on your wands
magic world is between your hands
*