05: Fiery Paths

10. Mirror



too long looking for your man

and you just can’t find your Lover,

to sex and drugs and Rock you ran

looking all around for your Lover...



‘till over the edge you roll

from death to a warm womb,

with no more time to stroll

your Love is the world’s doom...



maybe I feel like your man

but See him ride across the Skies,

world hate’s me like that man

you and I and Him get too high...



Child, your soulmate I’m not

just the same they would kill me,

Warrioress, accept our lot

and show a Love that all can See...


(c) Fall 1981 Ron Bracale All Rights Reserved

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