Mar. 6th, 2008

fledgist: Me in a yellow shirt. (Default)
you walk the borderline through day and night
these are the duties you cannot reject
fear of rejection forces you to fight

defection from each cause is not your right
you'll face the reasons liars must confect
you walk the borderline through day and night

the problem's always that you are too bright
to know the horrors that you must connect
fear of rejection forces you to fight

the choice is never that of simple flight
a lie's the thing that others will reflect
you walk the borderline through day and night

out of the shadow come the teeth that bite
you learn from birth to fear their dire effect
fear of rejection forces you to fight

this is the law that you have learned to write
that you alone must find marks of respect
you walk the borderline through day and night
fear of rejection forces you to fight

fledgist: Me in a yellow shirt. (Default)
there are no reasons why the tears should fall
but if we do not crouch beneath the eaves
no bodies leave their warmth upon the wall

day after day our hearts fail to recall
what was once written plainly on our sleeves
there are no reasons why the tears should fall

you'd think that after waiting none would stall
instead we groan and wait for the proud thieves
no bodies leave their warmth upon the wall

ours was the watch that was not on the ball
what we have done is what the will achieves
there are no reasons why the tears should fall

what had to happen no one could forestall
he who was silent now most loudly grieves
no bodies leave their warmth upon the wall

those who had nothing gave to us their all
and count right now no more than fallen leaves
there are no reasons why the tears should fall
no bodies leave their warmth upon the wall

fledgist: Me in a yellow shirt. (Default)
so every pirate's just another thief
you find the story not very well told
glorious treasure is just boring gold

from all this torture there is no relief
we find the year is once more turning cold
so every pirate's just another thief

the story's noble but it ends in grief
the hero cannot ever be consoled
it ends as it has done since days of old
so every pirate's just another thief
fledgist: Me in a yellow shirt. (Default)
each of the flowers exists only for day
your eyes may feast on them but that is all
in a small time they wilt and fade away

we think the garden is just there for play
but with no beauty we'd decay and fall
each of the flowers exists only for day

night is no time our feelings to betray
we hide such things behind a sudden wall
in a small time they wilt and fade away

all is for glory under the bright ray
however large it is or else how small
each of the flowers exists only for day

we make excuses without much delay
and hasten when we hear the others call
in a small time they wilt and fade away

you tell us all the words we have to say
and laugh so hard when we forget to crawl
each of the flowers exists only for day
in a small time they wilt and fade away

fledgist: Me in a yellow shirt. (Default)
 monsters and demons hide out in the shades
that's what we're told by those who live for hate
we must accept commands with no debate
only the coward and the fool evades
while fearless leader crows in all parades
we have to do what urgencies dictate
open our mouths and swallow all the bait
and watch as all we value just degrades
replace the honest smile with steady frown
and do not let the stroke matter a fart
bend your back and do your fucking duty
obey the one who turned out one more clown
another master of the worthless art
and never say that once we had beauty

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