Watchman, O Watchman (Isaiah 21)

Watchman, O Watchman Sing me a song Rather than trying To stay up too long Night turned to day And the blackness of light So here I will stay In my conquest of sight. Watchman, O Watchman Tell me a tale Of some foreign wasteland Where corpses still stare Day turned to night And the mice ran away But still I will fight To recover the day. Watchman, O Watchman Wait for a while I will be back With a glance and a smile. Soon I will ask him What's left of the night And know that his answer Is sweet, dark, and bright. No longer ruled by the day or the night.
My Poems
Although some friends abandon lonely way, A Poem About Me Black -> Blue Black Sunlight, Shine! Callings Colorado Love Conjunctivitis Daydreams Deep, Deep, Deep i met a girl I Know the Taste of Death I stood alone on morning clear I will not worship the mountains, In your eyes resides a home Greatness The Ghost in Me My Greatest Fear heaven isn't celibate No Matter What Slack Line Love There was a man who loved the Lord There's nothing I can say, Journeys Nature's Hue Watchman, O Watchman What Can Right Ten Thousand Wrongs? When all the world felt dark as night, When violence refuses to be named, Why I Stray Your hair is redder than the sun, The Lord Is The Lord's Will The Quiet Truth

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