a reach for hope
a twisted strand held tight in hand a mighty wrench to pull inch by inch a majestic view from heights pure blue i climb this endless rope to reach a time of endless hope
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misplaced reason
Reason will always find a way to say: stay home today, it's dangerous out. Don't give in to doubt.
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RE: misplaced Dreams
i flew once i was very young then intoxicated with hope and luck but reason got the best of me
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misplaced Dreams
Flight like Icarus' was fun until he found his flight was done as waxy wings beneath the sun will melt when youthful arrogance will fly too high
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RE: RE: RE: Dreams
That's it in part but There fear also lurks in the heart And if we build high up We can see our enemies as they depart
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Hope
Despairing world true, yet saw a kind soul in you, child sharing his own toy, with another stranger boy.
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spurned down and Out
planet earth is a terrible place the human race is a big disgrace if this is all that we can do a fiery sea fits right in too
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RE: RE: Dreams
Wondering 'bout the world And the ways it lets us be After climbing mountains, we Are the shiny and the pearled
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RE: Dreams
Ecstacy is feeling free To reach for the sky And stretch and climb Not fearing to fall and die
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RE: RE: Dreams
why do we feel the need to climb to build our homes on high? Could it be a wish that we, like Icarus, might fly?
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I Hope so
Toys to share are part of the plan to make as many friends as I can, but sometimes people just don't care, no matter what I have to share.
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RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: Burned Out
in this place no one burns out it's where we come to be healed, repaired, patched up again beside the fiery sea.
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RE: RE: RE: RE: Burned Out
running very hard and fast only to have finish last should i continue this endless fight or should i simply call it a night
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Dreams
I ran so hard...so hard and then more, And I jumped high into the sky, Then gravity rumbled and I tumbled and tumbled, And my ecstasy drowned in my eye.
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RE: RE: RE: Dreams
Could It Be That Babylonian Stories True Trying To Reach The Heavens To Find you?
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sticks and stones
Wasting time on worthless people is a pastime to get past, fun for awhile to tease and provoke them, but unkindness doesn't last.
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RE: sticks and stones
People who are cruel to me are quickly shown the door. I don't waste precious time on those people I abhor.
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toast
my edges blackened, my center hard, burnt to a crisp, completely charred.
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RE: eternal Dreams
a sky of wandering gods, exchanging news of the night, laughing and talking the dark away then sleeping with the light.
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eternal Dreams
The top of the tower reaching for heaven above the flat landscape tracking the stars.
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RE: RE: toast
bitter sweet a lingering taste we must eat what a shame to waste
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RE: toast
No Butter Can Soften This Burned Beyond Sweet Crisp
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sticks and stones
burned me, words of bitter taste. with your fire tongue said in foolish heated haste.
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sleeping in Valhalla
I can drowse off any time Wagner drones away. His heavenly singers just aren't swingers. I always seem to stray.
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eternal screams
Try sleeping in Valhalla, with vikings fighting for fun. We never get a chance to relax until the slaughter is done. Haven't they had enough already? Even on Earth, their concerns were petty.
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