Just Once
In my bed listening to Jules sing his lungs out
Dazing out of my bedroom window at the clear, clear skies
And I realize that I'm just another spec in the universe
I think of those deathly stories of coming back to life
Those beautiful things they saw and felt just for those few minutes
Somehow, for some reason I felt as if I knew
Exactly what they meant, although I haven't been there
We measure time by the natural ability of our world
And the sun's mesmorizing, spinning light
We never stop to think about our worth; it's worth
It'd be nice, if so, 'cause we would get what we want
Yet, here we are: fighting, winning, losing, learning, meeting
Or laying in out bedrooms just pondering,
"If only, if only"
Copyright © Anonymous Ah | Year Posted 2010
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