  dear brothers and sisters,  dear enemies and friends,  why are we all so alone here?  all we need is a little more hope a little more joy.  all we need is a little more light a little less wait a little more freedom.  if we were an army and if we believed that we were an army and we believed but everyone was scared little lost children in their grown up clothes and poses so we ended up all alone here floating through long wasted days or great tribulations.
 or everything felt wrong good words,  strong words words that could've moved mountains words that we never said we were all waiting to hear those words and no one ever said them and the tactics never hatched and the plans were enever mapped and we all learned not to believe strange lonesome monsters loafed trough the hills wondering why and it is best to never ever ever ever ever ever ever wonder why so tangle oh,  oh tangle us up in bright red ribbons let's have a parade it's so long since we had a parade so let's have a parade let's invite all of our friends and all our friends friends let's promenade down the boulevards with terrific pride and light in our eyes twelve feet tall and staggering sick with joy with the angels there light in our eyes.
 brothers and sisters hope still waits in the wings like a bitter spinster patient,  lonely and shivering waiting to build her glorious fires taken and adapted from a silver mt.  zion backBlog( '100503', 'Apotropos')  urlLink Feedback 
