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Echos in the wind
Ethereal chimes dancing on the edge of perception
Darting colors in the distance
Sweet sweet spirit, take me home
Before I learn that it isn’t real
Blind my eyes
Before they see what I don’t wish them to
Bind my hands
Before I do something foolish
Take me to myself
That I can only meet through you
Give me enlightenment
But leave me with that pursuit of growth
Give me my all
And don’t spare the imperfections
I will fly
But I will not leave the ground
I will be the epitome
Of inconclusive research
And the shining star
Of mediocrity
Familiar voices
Clawing out against the mass of jumbled thoughts
And broken promises
Yearning for the same ideal
Screaming of the same pain
But deaf to each other amidst the clamering din
Cry, cry
And echo the weep within ourselves
Throwing out tendrils
Looking for release
But not seeing the outstretched hands
Withering under the guise of normality
Writhing under overwhelming emotions
Glorified thought parade descended into madness
Wicked song we hear
With our ears that isolated themselves
So long ago
With a whimpering farewell
To the world that never lifted a finger
To restore its own balance
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Spring
An ecstacy is painted through the red streaks 'cross the sky
And it seems this night that nothing in the world could ever die
Now there is no sense in thinking of the truths beyond these gates
For I'll never find a pain from which a peace will not await.
And the Earth's surrounding stillness spawned of motion from the past
Though there're struggles we've encountered, not one single threat did last
Our consolidated woes were always something left behind
And although they'll come again, we know that somehow they'll be kind.
The flowering bushes sprung to life the essence of our youth
And the placid scent upon the wind give birth to blessed truth
A shower laced with petals pasting wreathes upon our hair
While the nectar of existance hangs so thickly in the air.
So we're living in this day of mercy, casting off all woes
We are shimmering and radiant as the blessed sunlight grows
For the reason for all reason lives in all that's good and true
Where it doesn't matter what we've done but only what we do.
For at this time, the lame shall know the strong stride of the young
Though they're moving not, they're flying with each song not left unsung
And no tears would ever fall upon a sprouting leaf of green
While pellucid air surrounding negates anything obscene
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I Swear I Found
I swear I found some truth
But 'twas lost when me I found
And I swear I found some love
But it drove my logic down
I swear I found some silence
But I spoke and it was dead
And I swear I found some tempest
But still not one raindrop shed
I swear I found some justice
Till the weighted scale did sag
And I swear I found some rapture
Till the past caused me to lag
I swear I found the cure to death
But death has changed the rules
And I swear I found the key to life
But who listens of these fools?
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