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Pockets On The ShroudPockets On The ShroudThe world shakes, then redemption comesStand still and it will bless you tooJust don't turn your back to the oneWho's kneeling there in front of youThey might have been condemned and leftBy justice brought in palms of menBut scales of truth are bigger heftThan human sages understandSadness has marked my childhood daysAnd slowly became my best friendI quickly recognize its faceWhen now and again we shake handsIts fist remains as ever firmOne hit destroys a stony hillMy faith in hope just twists and turnsWhile touch of sorrow gives me chillHelpless like lonely newborn childWith lips those cannot call, nor speakLike fish in claws of eagle wild -- Flee into void or taste the beak?And time measures our every breath,Counts steps on path to judgement dayWhen staring into face of deathWe'll be asked our sins to repayEach soul carries its share of guiltFor surely there's been too much bloodTears cannot wash away the filthMingled with dust they'll
Vanilla CranesVanilla CranesThe light of day cuts pretty masksOut of stuff way too colourfulAnd glues them on faces of menWho then stomp chessboard with their feetIn brothels red lanterns do shineGates there kept open, welcomingChildren to find their way back homeTo the tower of BabylonPockets and wallets resonateWith choirs and gospels of the changeDreaming of freedom and revengeWho lives by coin, by coin shall dieYou ask me "Why do birds have wings,When sons of mortal men can fly...?"I guess we humans aim too highBefore sun laughs us in the faceSo is there any happy placeExcept for our enchanted realmWhere love with smallest ray of hopeWarms time through magnifying glass?Here kisses taste like vanillaSprinkled all over coffee beans;If we fold enough paper cranesDo you think we can save the world?