Thursday, August 6, 2009

Mohr

A longing burns deep in my soul
A passion so hot it scalds the heart
A want that pressures the flesh
To walk upon the cliffs, satisfy my core

I wear the guise of slavery
I tread the earth with my ball and chain
I seek a key to unlock my shackles
To walk upon the cliffs, freedom to explore

Her wave of green
Her heart cry myth
Her legend long
To walk upon her cliffs, hear the ocean roar

Oh lady love
Oh Irish plain
With arms outstretched
I will walk upon your cliffs, dream forever more

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