Your Poetry Dot Com - beautiful sound

Array ( [sid] => 167578 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => beautiful sound [time] => 2011-10-01 16:00:05 [hometext] => this is a song i wrote but my lyrics are just poetry with music, symbols shapes and sounds are infinately linked, frequency creates shapes, i find this occurance in nature a beautiful revelation. [bodytext] => What a beautiful sound you make,
and the sound of you makes the most exquisite shape,
like an angel calling calling
you are calling,

what a beautiful sound to make,
and the sound of you, makes the most exquisite shape
i hear you calling
calling
you are calling,

like a symphony deep from out of space,
sung by the angels,sung to re ignite our faith,
cause we are
falling, falling falling
we are falling,

Into the safety net of your grace,
144000, here to save the human race,
from falling falling falling
they hear you calling,

in white laiment, they repeat your song,
they see your shape
and they
sing along,
no throne of man, but gods mount zion,
where sheep lay down now with the subdued lion,

what a beautiful sound you make, when you sing the new song
and gods love takes shape.

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beautiful sound
Date: Saturday, 1st October 2011 @ 04:00:05 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: alicewhite

What a beautiful sound you make,
and the sound of you makes the most exquisite shape,
like an angel calling calling
you are calling,

what a beautiful sound to make,
and the sound of you, makes the most exquisite shape
i hear you calling
calling
you are calling,

like a symphony deep from out of space,
sung by the angels,sung to re ignite our faith,
cause we are
falling, falling falling
we are falling,

Into the safety net of your grace,
144000, here to save the human race,
from falling falling falling
they hear you calling,

in white laiment, they repeat your song,
they see your shape
and they
sing along,
no throne of man, but gods mount zion,
where sheep lay down now with the subdued lion,

what a beautiful sound you make, when you sing the new song
and gods love takes shape.

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