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The first time I saw your face I frowned
I wasn't upset with you but with the woman
that handed you to me and all the memorys
it triggered
As I looked at those tiny hands and feet
I had a moment of hope and pride before it was
distracted away medically and smashed
the reality of life hit me like a jolt of electric
corseing through my body
oh what tomorrow may bring my son
I'm sorry!I'm sorry for the world you are in
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They sit on blue benches
with foiled mask
What ever happened
should dare not ask
paint chips away in
more ways than one
as they sit and reflect
in the mourning sun
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I didn't hear any machine noises to warn me of her presents.
A small hand touched my shoulder and I jumped.
I turned to see nothing behind me till she lowered her hood.
A floating head was all I saw till she turned off her
cloak to reveal her four foot doll like frame.
She pressed her head against my chest and wraped her
arms around my waste and I returned the hug.
It's been so long Becka I'm supprised to see you!
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Sing a song of hope or sorrow
There's another day or no tomorrow
Time it keeps moving forward
and if I don't I'll get left behind
Take a flight like a distant shore bird
look away and I'll be fine
By the power invested in me
I fly away across the sea
Like a stone before it's sculpted
Like a song before it's sung
like an art before it's painted
Like a deed before it's done
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In The Realm of His Life Forever as long as it lasts
we move away from the past
and the questions that we never ask
get buried and burned to the ash
We kept trying to make our way
but it degraded into the decay
And tomorrow it never comes
and all that we do is undone
And all that we've made with our hands
slips through our fingers like sand
And into the shadows it fades of and
gets buried beneath the land
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Light in the dark of
night all around
I'm not going far
bright but dimming down
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I'd like to walk across the water.
I'd like to walk across the sea.
I'd like to save your sons and daughters.
I'd like to bring them all home to me.
I'd like to raise up all your fore fathers.
I'd like to bring the world to love and peace.
But I'm not what you want me to be.
no I'm not what you want me to be.
I'd like to bring you joy magically,
and I'd like to make your dreams reality.
I'd like to heal the lamb and make the blind man see.
But I'm not what you want me to be.
no I'm not what you want me to be.
I'd try,but I'd spend eternity
So I close my eyes and set you free.
You fly, don't look back and think of me
your not what I want you to be.
No your not what I want you to be.
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The black hood cloaked her so only a pale white
face was showing.Her features where too strange
to pass as human but beautiful all the same.
Her dark eyes looked at me longly but we both
knew it could never be the way it was.We both
had our obligations to other people now.Her small
thin hands touched my face gently on the cheeks.
I pulled down her hood and stroked my fingers
through her almost white hair Then kissed her
forhead.I made a joke about the cloak saying it
was from some kind of witches order.We parted
ways and with a flash of light she was gone.
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Spirit of the journey
Thy scallop wings
benevolent
with majesty and grace
Thine orb illuminate
Thus tis done
Thy pilgrimage
beyond lightening
beyond moment
beyond thought
Through darkness thy way
Be lit
lines that weave
ever tomorrow
the way
as time and time
there with time combine
at tis base
forever today
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There are so many things that I'd like to know
but the questions i ask are answered so slow
Like reality!
All time and space why is it so?
And
Why do we think and why do we know?
Why do we live?To reap what we sow?
And when we die where do we go?
What is this life and what is it for?
Why do we live and why do we war?
And for all that we see is there something more
That lies beyond sight that we need to explore?
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