Friday, April 4, 2008

At the Border

You are waiting for me
On the hills of starry Tijuana
Kneeling by the altar
Prayer whispered through the night.

Candle lit by a wish
Hope is all we’ve got
Mask is hiding no secrets
Disguise for a limited thought.

No names, no titles
I honor you, I worship you
Take the bull by it’s horns.

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