Faded to Grey
Posted: Wed Feb 16, 2011 4:38 pm
What joys have faded from thine eyes,
I'd missed your trees and first lights freeze.
The sound of fire and the gentle breeze.
I'd run my blood over every street to have you back.
To have you back in mind and in my heart.
Praying everyday that I do not lack,
Not the heart, nor the power to overcome thine enemies.
Oh sweet Britannia rest me in your buxom once more.
~A Prayer for Britain.
I'd missed your trees and first lights freeze.
The sound of fire and the gentle breeze.
I'd run my blood over every street to have you back.
To have you back in mind and in my heart.
Praying everyday that I do not lack,
Not the heart, nor the power to overcome thine enemies.
Oh sweet Britannia rest me in your buxom once more.
~A Prayer for Britain.