Khalil Gibran
There Were No "Arab" Hijackers
Thu Jul 29, 2004 11:47
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Morningside
The old man died
And no one cried
They simply turned away
And when he died
He left a table made of nails and pride
And with his hands he carved these words inside
"For my children"

Morning light
Morning bright
I spent the night
With dreams that make you weep
Morning time
Wash away the sadness from these eyes of mine
For I recall the words the old man signed
"For my children"

And the legs were shaped with his hands
And the top made of oaken wood
And the children sat around this table
Touched with their laughter
Ah, and that was good

Morningside
An old man died
And no one cried
He surely died alone
And truth is sad
For not a child would claim the gift he had
The words he carved became his epitath
"For my children"
......Self Defense is not Terrorism ! There were No Arab Hijackers! It was a Neocon "Zionazi" "Inside Job" - A Satanic - Masonic - Talmudic - Jewish - Neocon - "Pearl Harbor"....There was no lack of imagination ....The 911 "Illusion" by Master Illusionists.....Who have been actively involved in manufacturing "Illusions" - "Smoke and Mirrors" for thousands of years.....Depend on the "American Sheople" to utilize their programmed overactive imaginations to see Arabs that weren't there, and to avoid looking at the "jews" that were. Classic ! The man on the right is a man undone
he'd give you his soul if you asked him for some.
A child in his way for he needs to believe
that love is a song for each man to sing.

The man on the left is a prize unwon
a candle unlit and a song unsung.
Believing that love is a dreamer's dream,
the man on the left the me in between.

Lady Magdelene, I can hear your distant trumpet
calling from the morning mountain,
singing to the passing river.
Take me home, show me peaceful days before my youth has gone.

The man in between waits between the two
not hearing the lie and not seeing the true.
Unknowing what is and denying what seems
and there he will sleep the man in between.

Lady Magdelene, I can hear your distant trumpet
calling from the morning mountain,
singing to the passing river.
Take me home, show me peaceful days before my youth has gone.

Lady Magdelene, make the sound of silent thunder
calling from the lips of Abraham
make a sound that we may wonder, where we are.
Take us to you soul for we have wandered far.

The man on the right was a man undone
the man on the left like a prize unwon.
And God only knows what their time will bring
or what will become of the man in between.
I’ve seen the light
And I’ve seen the flame
And I’ve been this way before
And I’m sure to be this way again
For I’ve been refused
And I’ve been regained
And I’ve seen your eyes before
And I’m sure to see your eyes again

For I’ve been released
And I’ve been regained
And I’ve sung my song before
And I’m sure to sing my song again

Some people got to laugh
Some people got to cry
Some people got to make it through
By never wondering why

Some people got to sing
Some people got to sigh
Some people never see the light
Until the day they die

But I’ve been released
And I’ve been regained
And I’ve been this way before
And I’m sure to be this way again

One more time again
Just one more time