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The changes in pressure. (Thanks Anandosen.)
Sorry, the world around me seems a-changing,
ever changing, ever expanding with intent.
There's no prejudice, there's acceptance in the silence
but I'm thinking words are straying and with
hands I keep on praying for religion.
Society -
It doesn't care what your name is, or your station, or your style.
No, the rioters play on anyway.
And Hands -
in hands with lovers still will not bend at will besides the distance.
I suppose we let our faith fly,
I found my religion in you and I.
ever changing, ever expanding with intent.
There's no prejudice, there's acceptance in the silence
but I'm thinking words are straying and with
hands I keep on praying for religion.
Society -
It doesn't care what your name is, or your station, or your style.
No, the rioters play on anyway.
And Hands -
in hands with lovers still will not bend at will besides the distance.
I suppose we let our faith fly,
I found my religion in you and I.
Published 9th Aug 2011
| Edited 10th Aug 2011
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9th Aug 2011 9:21pm
and brand spanking new. i liked how the first two lines set up the write, bringing society and hands into their own stanzas... happy to see this, LA, it's been too long! [:
10th Aug 2011 10:25am
10th Aug 2011 9:29am
and my only suggestion is that perhaps you can change the title...I could have named it Barometer...perhaps pressure instead of temperature...
10th Aug 2011 10:25am
