Godwin
Brooke waggoner
Like a lion in the dead
In the dead of deepest night
You sprawl out peacefully
Beneath the glowing spheres of light
In the dead of deepest night
You sprawl out peacefully
Beneath the glowing spheres of light
Like a feathered, feathered swan
On top of gliding glass
You move with perfect ease
Among bleeding grass
Like a dog gone astray
In the middle of the wake
You pretend to be a part
Of the shuffle of the day
I can't stand who i am
A villain with a plan
Cloaked in robes
Made of many friends
Yet i remain in a one man land
I can't stand who i am
A villain with a plan
Cloaked in robes
Made of many friends
Yet i remain in a one man land
Like a lion in the dead
In the dead of deepest night
You sprawl out peacefully
Beneath the glowing spheres of light
Like a feathered, feathered swan
On top of gliding glass
You move with perfect ease
Among bleeding grass
Like a dog gone astray
In the middle of the wake
You pretend to be a part
Of the shuffle of the day
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