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Speak to me of truth, as an old friend would
Tell me with love, home truths to shake my walls
Hurts to hear, yet after it'll feel so good
Bring me tough love, like a true father should
Wisdom I know, but don't act on at all
Speak to me of truth, as an old friend would
After each fallen hall in which I stood.
An moments of ore, in my core, might stall.
Hurts to hear, yet after it'll feel so good.
Tell me by the side of fire climbing wood.
In the deaths of shadows unknown to all
Speak to me of truth, as an old friend would.
Give me strength, inspire me like mother could.
My fists in balls, my goal, is not so tall.
Hurts to hear, yet after it'll feel so good.
My companion, I'll catch you if you fall
I hope my love is more then understood
Speak to me of truth, as an old friend would
Hurts to hear, yet after it'll feel so good.
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There is the turning point
He said like I should know
Twisting conviction tight
While frozern to the bone
This is that hopefull sign
He said like it was fact
Compressing doubt inside
Until my spine Began to snap
This way is saving grace
His tone full of pride
Almost deflated still
My rib cage open wide
This is where you say goodbye
His tone was empathetic
My back turned painfully
I pulled out my haert and left it.
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Its that long haul now kidder, the big old whistle is whining calling you out into the wild.
The smell of change is running through the silky-smooth comfort, a drop of raw red blood in a cup of cool water! You can almost taste in your eyelids as a thousand ropes hang in front of you some running all the way up to ziplines where scenes whizz by quicker than a streak of lighting reflected in an oil slick.
Others hang slumped from rocks where the view is vast and endless but after a short while becomes a numbing normality you will either be drilled into the ground with warm pillows and blankets an left stuck to an arm chair or be sprung back up a stick of dynamite up your **** and a short fall into a pit of such mystery you might as well tattoo your self with question marks .
You’ll find many of these ropes are barbed with thorns an all manner of sharp shards.
Prepare to be thirsty and get ready for being lost and at a loss as you grab a few of those ropes to find they are vines swinging you to waterfalls where gorgeous temptations dance naked and oiled with eyes that could strip you too the bone and wash your soul with a cold shower !
Do not wait up buddy its all yours and the rules are everywhere watch out for tripped wires and potholes and keep in mind there’s always a lesson waiting at the end of some stranger’s tongue
remember Evan the cruellest hearted saw headed bull can be a teddy bear and the smallest unimpressive mouse can accomplish feats that would impress the gods themselves!
Hitch a ride into firework displays and grab that comets tail or dig deep and tunnel through to come up smelling of roses with a smile so wide you could split your cheekbones in two!
Tie your laces , tie a tie or tie a lover and lick warm honey off her thigh fall in love an loosen up get your hands dirty for a mate straighten up and put your Sunday best on the next day an be the gent at the dinner party !
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Hey you, don't be blue
Life is life an love is too.
It's all, about the way
You take stock an make a change.
Hey you, don't be sad
Get up it ain't that bad.
Go an chase, a better way
Tommorow is a brand new day.
Hey you, don't be still
Move on, use your will.
It's all, a funny old thing
Never know what the sun will bring.
Hey you, don't you shrill
Be calm, Just be chill.
It's all a silly old mess
Yet there's life in the old dog yet.
Now then it weren't that bad
Seeing growth, looking back.
It was all, just meant to be
Just a drop stitch in a tapestrie.
Each lifes, a piece of art
No one said, it wasn't hard.
Its about, the way you perceive
Keep open to seek a destiny.
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I think the time has run,
It's fallen to its knees.
I think the time has gone,
I can hear its pleas.
It was all up in my arms,
Now it's cold opon the ground.
I was so very warmed,
Now I'm cold Irons bound.
Should I of waited when I knew,
An then acted so surprised.
There's not much I could do,
When I saw it in your eyes.
My head is full Of wasps,
They sting me as I sleep.
Butterflies in My guts,
sing to my heartbeat.
Nothing much to say,
Too many thoughts so loud.
Wouldnt hear me anyway,
Cus yours arnt about me now.
I just wish it wasn't this,
hope was made for fools.
Live and let live,
Though I loose it all.
Storms all come To pass,
Before me in the glass.
Sunshine never lasts,
An im without a chance.
Blinded by my spite,
Deafend by a lie.
Tasteless words like spikes,
All set inside my spine.
Angels carry blades,
Hidden in thier wings.
Devlis cry alone,
About loss an broken things.
Where am I spose to go?
How am spose to be?
What am I spose to know?
Why is it on me?
I think the time has run,
It's fallen to its knees.
I think the time has gone,
I can hear its pleas.
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I think the time has run,
It's fallen to its knees.
I think the time has gone,
I can hear its pleas.
It was all up in my arms,
Now it's cold opon the ground.
I was so very warmed,
Now I'm cold Irons bound.
Should I of waited when I knew,
An then acted so surprised.
There's not much I could do,
When I saw it in your eyes.
My head is full Of wasps,
They sting me as I sleep.
Butterflies in My guts,
sing to my heartbeat.
Nothing much to say,
Too many thoughts so loud.
Wouldnt hear me anyway,
Cus yours arnt about me now.
I just wish it wasn't this,
hope was made for fools.
Live and let live,
Though I loose it all.
Storms all come To pass,
Before me in the glass.
Sunshine never lasts,
An im without a chance.
Blinded by my spite,
Deafend by a lie.
Tasteless words like spikes,
All set inside my spine.
Angels carry blades,
Hidden in thier wings.
Devlis cry alone,
About loss an broken things.
Where am I spose to go?
How am spose to be?
What am I spose to know?
Why is it on me?
I think the time has run,
It's fallen to its knees.
I think the time has gone,
I can hear its pleas.
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Easy now, so easy as if no strength was ever needed
As much a part of fluid movement as opening eyes I see with.
Easy, as if no long hours, days, nights, months no years
Easy, as if, no sweat, no exhausted lungs, no fear no tears.
Easy, as if it always was built inside me like a code
Easy, as if it was never vacant as if from birth iv known.
It now comes so easy, wind eases as breezes sweep
An me, riding on my bike, feeling a freedom so Unique!
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