Guilded Innocence by Steve Burt

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How a string can give us a chord
A heart gives us a string
Swallow the pride of innocence
Cry at the unbelievable silence
Gray clouds and the abominable injustice
Smiling cold winds blow by
Golden guild of September's morn
Haunting a simple place I crave
Unintelligent swine empties minds
Takes me some fortitude to repair
Knowing that I am better in your skies
We shall come to the price
As the soulmate in your eyes