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ONCE WAS ENOUGH





ONCE WAS ENOUGH



CONCEIVED I WAS
IN UNFELT PAIN
I STARTED DESCENDING
LIKE DROPS OF RAIN

AND DOWN TO EARTH
AS A SWORD, I FELL
WHILE HEAVEN CRIED
AND SO DID HELL

I LEFT THE GLORY
AND FOUND THE DIRT
I TASTED LOVE
WHICH BROUGHT THE HURT

AND MY LIFE STARTED
TO BRING THE END
AND I CRIED, BLOOD STAINED
FOR WAYWARD MEN

MY MOTHER HELD ME
MY FATHER TURNED
MY MIND, REPLAYING
THE THINGS I'D LEARNED

AND ALL THE WHILE
THE SHADOWS GREW
AROUND THE BLIND ONES
WHO SAW THE TRUE

THE ONES WHO HATED
THE ONES WHO LIED
AND TORE MY GARMENTS
THERE AS I CRIED

THE PAIN I BORE THEN
NO ONE COULD MEASURE
NO MAN  APPRAISES
THE THINGS I TREASURE

FOR IN THAT DARKNESS
I HUNG ALONE
AND PRAYED FOR STRENGTH
AND WEPT FOR HOME

EARTH SPLIT ASUNDER
THE HEAVENS RANG
BLIND EYES WERE OPENED
AND CHILDREN SANG

BUT IN THAT MOMENT
OF UNKNOWN DEATH
MY LUNGS EXPELLED
THAT MORTAL BREATH

AND I AWAKENED
IN CAVERNS DEEP
WHERE MEN RAN SCREAMING
AND DID NOT SLEEP

THEY KNEW MY NAME THERE
THEY KNEW MY FACE
THOUGH THEY'D NEVER SEEN ME
OR KNOWN MY GRACE

AND I BEHELD THEM
AND HUNG MY HEAD
WITH SORROW BURDENED
FOR THE TRULY DEAD

ACROSS THE CHASM
I SAW THE OTHERS
MY LOVED ONES, WAITING
MY FRIENDS, MY BROTHERS

THEY SAW ME COMING
THEIR HANDS, THEY RAISED
THEY DANCED IN JOY
MY NAME, THEY PRAISED

I TOOK THEM WITH ME
UP TO THE SKY
NO MORE TO SUFFER
NO MORE TO DIE

ASCENDING NOW
FROM THAT DESCENT
I FOUND THOSE TO WHICH
I HAD BEEN SENT

AND LIKE THE LIGHTNING
AND LIKE THE RAIN
THE GLORY FELL
AND HEALED THE PAIN

TO AN ANCIENT PLACE
AND ALL IT'S PLEASURES
I CARRIED ALL 
MY EARTHLY TREASURES

AND MANY HUNGRY
FOR THE LOVE I GIVE
WILL BE TRANSPORTED
TO THE PLACE I LIVE

VESSELS OF LIGHT
WHO'VE KEPT THE VOW
WILL BE TRANSFIGURED
THOUGH CLAY FORMED NOW

AND COUNTLESS CHILDREN
LIKE GRAINS OF SAND
WILL LIVE FOREVER
WITHIN MY HANDS

WOULD I DO IT OVER?
THE DEATH FOR SIN?
A MILLION TIMES
I'D DIE FOR MEN

BUT THERE'S NO NEED
TO AGAIN, REBUFF
HELL'S POWER IS BROKEN
ONCE WAS ENOUGH.








©BY Voo
MAY 1, 2011
12:37 A.M.

during a storm





WITHOUT HIM
 sung by Elvis Presley, my cousin
a beautiful song that was written
 by my other cousin, Mylon Lefevre
when he was 17 yrs old..................