Ant Smith

All poems

London knives

London Knives London Knives London Knives London Knives

No one plans like happenstance, yet still they lie still, these still lives
Does all knowing mean all seeing all the grieving that survives
Is it a question of believin’ that believin’ answers lies
Are all answers found in faith and is all faith all knowing wise?

Does all knowing mean all seeing all the grieving that survives
Are we fit to see the reason that the reason does not sit?
Are all answers found in faith and is all faith all knowing wise?
How deep are shadows cast by truth burning lives bit by bit?

Are we fit to see the reason that the reason does not sit?
Nothing shines like sacrifice, a cutting edge will cuts inflict
How deep are shadows cast by truth burning lives bit by bit by bit by bit?
Fact is just a truthful fiction not an honest contradiction

Nothing shines like sacrifice, a cutting edge will cuts inflict
Is it a question of believin’ that believin’ answers lies
Fact is just a truthful fiction not an honest contradiction
No one plans like happenstance, yet still they lie still, these still lives

London Knives London Knives London Knives London Knives
London Knives London Knives London Knives London Knives

No one plans like happenstance, yet still they lie still