Albatross

The shepherd, he walks among the sheep
Recites a verse with ease
Bound to sooth and fuel his greed
In prayers, the foreigner drowns his needs
And fasts on the believe
That fruits only are enough to feast

Oh, with what coin? Nobody knows
Oh, but how he likes their gold

Feeling the heat drain right off the bone
As a touch on the shoulder is hold a bit too long
And down by the alley, he likes to take his nuns
Into a dimmed quarter until the room is fogged (but first he'll find)

What's buried deep within the mind?
What's frail enough to make one blind?
From what's been hidden between rhymes?

With iridescence and eyes that do glow red
To question his verdict is to better be off dead
(But first he'll find)

What's buried deep within the mind?
What's frail enough to make one blind?
From what's been hidden between rhymes?
A foul, the scent of rust

(Don't let him find) what's buried deep within the mind?
What's frail enough to make one blind?
From what's been hidden between rhymes?



Credits
Writer(s): Jair Santana
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