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January 6, 2008
surprise me
buried in the lines of poetry and prose
deliberately avoiding the clarity of thought
at the Manor they're showing pictures
you know someone had to bleed to make this beautiful
I had to hurt before I could be heard
all you people keep swallowing your knives
why all I am doing is trying to survive
you know someone had to die to cleanse my sins
we have to hurt before our prayers are heard
but I can't hear anything anymore
history class is never over
forgotten moments never fail
I can tell your thinking of yesterday
because you're not hiding very well
what kind of love is never ending
when the signs and wonders of heaven
are all under your spell
is beauty passing?
what do the years really hold?
what kinds of conversations we'll we be having
when we're both growing old
will our past be lost in the Charlotte airport
two voices lost in the cold
I'll believe in love again, just like I believed in you
and I'll talk about the future and all things that we can do
I'll write lyrics on napkins and sing songs about change
while I'll make a moment in the middle
and hold on tightly in the rain
will there be a day I won't remember
will there be a heart that won't be touched
the time is drawing closer
Posted by nemov at January 6, 2008 11:21 PM
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