Sunday, March 26, 2017

it takes a wrong passionate move



In the night of the rocky mountain
The lovers will not see the sharp edges
The deep ravines the soft holding steps
It takes a wrong passionate move
The months of agony and shame
The raging hormones; the lusts to bridge it
When the wake up called is made
Who will get the blame?

The religious bodies of men
They will point the fingers to the women
They will say the women are causing pain
They will never say the sins apply to all
It takes two to tango on the floor
The lustful men the children every year
Who will get the blame?

In the night of the rocky mountain
The wind will blow with seductive echo
The moments of the right time and place
Nothing will stop the bridge to be made
The caution will be thrown to the wind
The raging hormones will sing its loudest voice
Let the bird fly in the echo of the heartbeats

Now who will get the blame?
When point of sale is executed?
The ringing of lusts in the minds
Blame it on the rocky mountain?
Blame it on the easy laid?
Blame it on the passionate moments?
Every excuse but the shame will come
In the moments will sin take flight?


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