Morning of Mourning

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If you touch my morning

I may break your hand

I’ve seen the ones like you

selling dreams on the sand

Forever walk to seek the things

to make all those lies come true

just more tales you need to spin

the stories seem a part of you

I feel the mourning sing

vibrations in the dawn

o’er the graying mountains

blue faces have now gone

And if you touch my morning

God may bite your hand

For if you break the mourning

who else will take the stand?

13 thoughts on “Morning of Mourning

    1. Lol. It may be a point that’s moot, but you’re a Hoot. Everyone lies every day, some are horizontal and some are vertical. It’s the upright lying you have to wonder about 😉

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