The End of Me
There are pieces I haven't yet shown. You see,
you hear, you taste, you sense... but is it real?
This is definitely not the end of me.
As the water gets immersed in soothing tea,
I hope your heart gets immersed in sound and feel.
There are pieces I haven't yet shown, you see.
And I will tend to these words that long to be,
as a blacksmith polishes bronze and steel.
In a lonely bliss, just my own thoughts and me.
I uncage these birds, let them fly and be free;
soar into cotton clouds and skies of teal,
yeah, watch 'em fly from sea to shining sea.
Climbing these peaks with bent back and broken knee;
still stealing every sight there is to steal.
This is definitely not the end of me.
I believe true beauty is never easy,
I may not win, but I will always deal.
For there are pieces I haven't yet shown, you see.
I'll give it all I got until the end of me.
Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2013
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