Endarken - No Free Rides (Kabul my ass)

No Free Rides (Kabul my ass)
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What is behind those black eyes?
What is there for me to find?
A thousand lives, years, 
a thousand sighs?
.
All weighty matters tucked aside
away from air, or gravity..
what do you keep inside?
.
Black vest on white shirt,
black iris on white eye..
The first belies, the second denies
all that you keep inside.
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Life was black, way back before
"I saw a ghost" and knew the most was
ours to aspire to be.
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Ours to keep pure, keep faith, in 
perfect company, in perfect need.
Ours to pursue as forecast by destiny,
to nurture, hold fast and grieve;
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Stake grace on casual comedy,
bereft of brevity - that ride is free.
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That is the ride I offered you in
hindsight, in new company...
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The contrast stark, like
your mark toppled through a light sight that 
cannot forgive the night it's forced concern, 
it's forced plight..
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What now do you keep in sight?
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I'd love those eyes, I'd share that load -
to lighten that heart I'd walk the road to
Kabul and back; if it would bring
black eyes safe, our free ride back for
now, I share with solace;
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One wish:
Your black eyes free 
of the indignities of foreign places 
under foreign skies, foreign wars and foreign hatred; it's 
all just lost time, time wasted. 
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I'll walk till there's a sign your
black eyes have won victory for mine,
and are coming home to me.
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<end/arken2001>

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