Tuesday, 20 April 2010
The sun shone brightly on the overflowing fountains.
The trees swayed from side to side singing with joy,
that if one was to lie beneath its branches and shut their eyes
one can hear love itself echoed so free.
Freedom was a word that the Goldians loved,
for the Goldians are the rightful citizens of the town called Gold.
Freedom was in everything and in everything was freedom.
Freedom reigned so freely
and everyone who entered the city immediately
dropped their burdens and ran with unbeatable joy.
Freedom was in the air and in the food and in the music.
No sickness was ever found in the city for freedom cured it all.
I am empty without you my Lord Without you I am nothing. May I not forget you when I wake May I keep you with me through the day And may I ...