ASKING FOR MORE

Said wisdom to the wise,

When your offerings of plenty come grovelling for more;

Don’t you see that your petals of Crystal heat my feet sore?

When your pleadings of wealth come beggings again;

Don’t you see that your petals of Crystal bring no joy but only pain?

When you ask for yourself and those you love but forget about those indeed;

Don’t you see that your petals of Crystal has no power on me, that I must heed?

Fading Away

Fading away,

Into familiar voices from yesterday,

Into smell of rain like a fresh bouquet,

And I can hear the words you say,

All our down time, take back our sunday’s

Fading away,

Into tattered secrets we would never betray,

Into the songs of our hearts happiness of yesterday,

And hearing you footsteps one last time

Fading away…