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Maybe this is all a dream
A never-ending dream What kind of sadistic god Would come up with this scheme? |
No me,
not you who can really scheme these days? |
The blind know all,
They aren't deceived. Seeing nothing Only reflects the true soul. Close your eyes What do you see? Wake up, your dreaming... |
Someone wise once said
Great minds talk about ideas Average minds talk about actions Weak minds talk about people Do you agree? |
No i don't agree
who would? under this times there is nothing to agree upon great minds only think of things no one else would think of average minds can't talk only do then weak minds have no pulse they say |
A man
has no thoughts other than those he walks. A child has no ideas other than those he plays out. So, what is thought, without action. What is action, but works unspoken. |
are works that are lost!
to those who never dream never breath or see |
But then agreeing is ending,
Action is forgetting. Don't end, The dance is not over Until you take my hand. Tread lightly, for only love shows the right path. |
Or the left path
depening on which hand you grab for there are always two expect if you have none |
Then what is there to choose?
A lake is frozen by your side. Do you fall? If no one can catch? |
No you stand!
And fly away to a place where the lake becomes fire and the sky rains rocks then you shall never fall. |
And lost no more
In fire or water Now in the sky So full of life. For danger cannot reach such heights. |
to such heights we will go
to the ends of the earth to reach the heavens then also to the depths of hells! |
And in these hells,
Ablaze we will be. Forever to accept our tragedy. Oh come there a day, Where we may soar, Our way back into the sky forevermore. But perhaps this is wishful thinking, Who is to say anymore, What goals are obtainable and which are sinking... |
While the ship is on shore
the quest has been lost. Though Captain sees nothing but trust. For the winds have changed And the sea has spoken. |
The ships have been lost
to the sea many men who have lost their lives They become part of the sea |
Washed up to the shore
The dead. They will never be embraced again, No love will be found in eternal darkness. For hope is gone, and life is lost. The dead. They can no longer weep. |
They can no longer eat
or sleep for they will sleep forever. |
Amidst a dream so real.
That only they can see. But we are the actors And they the audience. For they see what we do. |
We are the players in
this play called life the audience is those who are still in the sky to watch from above until the final curtain is drawn |
But as the play draws on
We act less, watch more. The sky descends, We weep for loss. The rain pours down, Washing away the paint. We see reality then... |
in the clear clean light of grey
clouds like blankets security and solace we remember the rain when everything's wrong and remember their names to put into songs. but you're not just some song i wrote. |
your the song that I raised
and loved. The song that calms my heart and quickens my pace. the song that is everlasting ever joyful ever more.. |
...lost in my heart
It stays forever. Escape if you can, but leave only your time. Nothing will be broken |
Only repair
to fix the hands on the clock So time can go back to the time I loved you last |
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