THE HANGING GARDENS
When I come here the world is just a rumor, and I don’t have to be anyone
at all, if beauty is a thing of the past, than take me back thru ancient
days, even though mans world is dying, the earth I see is so full of life,
even though the truth plays tricks on my mind, I don’t blame you any
more than you blame me.
We live in this wonderland at the expense of wonder, but from here even
the city’s rumble has the cram of distant thunder, and it’s so beautiful I’m
filled with hurt, how can this hell we have built still contain heaven.
Now I know that I am blind, as I see all of this, but I’ll leave my sweet
world knowing, that I have tasted its kiss, though I trashed your bounty
fair, I always believed in your beauty, and I never once in all times play,
ever believed in my duty.