Poetry By Cranberry
- Revolution Came Calling
- Hear the thunder rolling in
- Lighting strikes
- Rain pours down
- Soaking this dirty town
- Walk the empty streets,
- Houses stained with black
- Candles with burnt-out wicks
- Rain leaking through the roofs
- Feel the tension in the air?
- Revolution's everywhere
- Lurking around every corner
- Hiding her ugly face
- Exposing my shame and disgrace
- Smell death on the wind
- Stirring the waters,
- Crying "let me in!"
- Swords clashing on the next hill
- Men falling back,
- You know the drill
- Fighting's begun
- Revolution grins
- Now it is
- her chance to win
- Nowhere to go,
- No place to hide
- They know you're there
- The thorn in their side
- Fires burning,
- People screaming
- Rallying others
- Against the king
- See the colors of honor mix
- From white to red,
- Now black as death
- Marching down the streets
- Peasants spit at your feet
- Hear the beating drums
- When will the end come?
- Beg forgiveness for your sins
- You know the wrongs you've done
- The king brought to his knees
- Where is the redemption for his deeds?
- See the dark clouds up above
- Rain pours down
- Washing the streets
- Of the darkened cities
- See the colors in the sky fade
- From blue to gold
- For his crimes
- The king has paid
- Now see the sun
- Slipping low
- Green grass
- O're the graves will grow
- Freedom is what they sought
- Now they have it,
- The king's received his lot
- The rain slips down window panes
- This battle's won
- Rebels rewarded,
- The king's men thwarted
- What will you do
- To hide your shame?
- Red is in your ledger
- Remembrance at last has her say
- Haunting you
- All her days
- Should you have heeded the plea,
- "Mercy! Forgive me!"
- Leave the past stained and ruined
- You cannot shut out history's voice
- She remembers your deadly choice
- A new era begun
- How should a king
- Rule his land?
- With peace and fairness
- Or slight of hand?
- Lighting strikes
- Thunder roars
- Wind sweeps
- The lonely moors
- The deeds done
- History made
- This new era,
- What is her name?
- Call her Peace
- And let's forgive
- History's corrupt king
- Of his sins.
- Lighting strikes,
- Thunder roars
- Rain soaks
- The lonely moor
- It sweeps down
- Drenching that dirty town
- Trying to wash the sins away
- It fails every day
- The wind's voice calling,
- Whispers through the grass
- Remember the past,
- King of the land,
- Someday revolution
- Could come shake your hand
- The water sweeps down
- Drenching that dirty town
- Trying to wash the sins away
- It fails every day
Edited by @EmotionsListener to add trigger warning due to potentially graphic content- 20 Sept 2022
When You Left Me
Oh sweet my love
Why did you leave?
I am alone
In a forgotten time,
Lost
Without a path.
I have no roses,
No love.
I have no heather
To bind my wounded heart,
No,
I have none.
My love is gone,
I will not weep,
I have no roses
For my love.
White roses for love,
Sweet heather for binding,
But all alone am I,
With none to give me roses,
With no heather
In my garden.
I have no care for thee,
Nor any white roses,
For my love
Has left,
Taken the heather
From my garden.
Away,
Fly away,
Sweet love,
Your roses
Bring me no joys.
White roses for love,
Sweet heather for binding,
But all alone am I,
With none to give me roses,
With no heather
In my garden.
Take my tears,
I will not weep,
I have no tears
Left to cry.
Oh sweet my love
Why did you leave?
I am alone
In a forgotten time
Lost
Without a path.
Fly, fly away
Sweet love,
And carry my wounded heart
Far from the empty garden.
