French Revolution
The sea embosoms the voice of fear. [/CENTER]
Clouds; heavy as vineyards weep
The crimson upon his murmuring mourn.
Disbelief
Swarms the summit of his throat with fog;
A quaff that's hard to swallow.
"I am free!
I need not tug iron manacles".
Instead, he sings songs of triumph
Praising those that fought in the
Howling woods of his beloved France
See
He has never been acquainted to a straw bed,
Seen vast armies kill for honour with treacherous blades,
Nor has he seen the forests hewn.
He is another product of the land
That his forefathers fought to keep;
An ignorant swine
Living La vie beaucoup.
Ah yes! The Good Life!
Emblem of my sorrowed soul.
Red to quench the burning,
white as I gasp at the surrounding air
and blue as my mood when I turn-tail.
I've spent hours upon the Eiffel,
Hoping that if I fell...
A crevice of a mouth would open up
in the heart of the country
and show a toothy smile built of architecture
that only I could dive into and calm
and I'd hold two victory hand signs simultaneously,
to preciously place a W before the hole.
Allez la revolution!
I'll fight for my pride,
holding at bay the tides of change
wishing to wish,
the masses of people gathered around me
who share the same scenic views
reflected in glossed-black eyes,
could preserve our thirst for salvation
to nourish the dry lips of the land
and allow our country to speak for itself.
Bon voyage! To the hard times,
they're behind us now.
Reply With Quote
lol Nice working with you Sci.
