Do Ra Me
Do Re Me
How I lay in bed and eyes wide awake
I de-tuned my brain and become free from a river flow
Bombarded by doing things that makes no sense
I now felt the lose seep through the fields of unconscious self
Vacantly awaiting understanding
Purposely knowing these sparks fly without memory
Memories are what I live for i know this
Without I become somewhat undone
I have seen myself in another existence
A comfort like that locomotive horn a horn in the distance
What is too much to handle
If becomes cause a spark that lights a touch that becomes too much
Cruel irony someones idea of fun
Sadistic charm you can tell i' am on the run
I think of the beautiful African songs
That are perfect in simplicity and born to be free.
I wish I could be a song a song like these
Where I could lay dusty for years
One day to be picked out to be someone's favorite
Living for sadness that burns in my heart
Promises to a collection a connection of thoughts
A song that will leave it's mark upon these rocks.
Fa So La Te Do
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