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Paint An Empty Page
Join Date: Mar 2002
Location: Ont, Canada
Posts: 814
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A Keystyle w/ Picture
I've lost the wind beneath my tattered wings,
I cry, but would it matter if I'd sing,
Would you hear me then, Lord, would you?
Could you love me now, Lord, could you?...
I guide myself throughout this sky over time,
And as mistakes are made, and I make wrong turns,
I embrace the wrong doing and call it a gift,
And an invitation to redo it all with a second chance,
To go right back, and do it again, but better...
The sun bathes my face and I sense the serenity,
Till it's unwillingly taken away,
As the moon eclipsed with the sun and,
I'm overcome by the darkness...
Lost in the futility in the belief I can be that of a demigod,
Although, I am to, bound by human characteristics,
And if you prick me, I shall bleed,
And if you take away the suns glow in my iris,
I'll suffer and grow weary in the embrace of sorrow...
Are you still there....
Like all men, my mind cradles it's silent plea to the Lord,
That my subconscious sings soft through the night,
As I'd lay here, sleeping so soundly...
....God?
Before I'd fall, I'd harbor those paranoid thoughts,
To only using my smarts to further prove myself right,
And like all mankind, be bound by a selfishness,
That is more immortal then true love itself...
And now....
I'm stuck to the Earth by more then gravity,
I am a fly in a web, stuck to wait for it's creator,
Only to devour me, 'cause it's just it's way of things...
But, it was never my mistake of getting caught...
If I could, I'd walk amongst the clouds again,
And as the sun would fall out of my view,
The moon would then sneak up.
And I'd sleep again, to let my plea be sung,
In hopes, there's a better chance I'll be heard...
Though I would finally awake at dusk,
And angels will cascade past me to Earth like rain,
Like most, they'd rather be cursed as Fallen,
Then live a pre-determined fate, one such as servitude...
As would I...
So, let me simply unwrap the gift of free will,
And enjoy it to the fullest as you'd intend,
It's time like this you must let go of what you love
And if it comes back to you, it loved you all along...
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to speak my mind
and oh, the conversations we’ve had...
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