Powers Of Any Dream Asked Maybe

Deem in key, the tune is a lover
The savior of meet, and acts of liberty
To complete an argument with anon, the taste
Of mercy's in a row of callous seasons, but are we mimicry?

Clash upon the soul of avarice
The tartness of demand
The fairness of scruples, come before chaste
Do we know ourselves, the tact of needy kind, eyes that keep the land

Merit and one more, the still of the night
Risen thoughts for a considering hap, if not hope imbued
Since we are ever, now is none more, than the right
To look upon all with freedom in hearts adore, good

Taken with the wind
Mended with a shared swallow, of begin
Asked to know, the better side of anger or the joy of minds
Haven't we a spirit for each, these longing lips of firsts, want...