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bethbaum1
A canyon between us A thousand miles wide I wish I could change this To be by your side A valley that’s so deep And keeps us apart I wish I could fill it And rebuild our hearts But the bridge was broken And all the pieces were lost I wish we could save it But at what cost Our words seem to fail They’re taken by wind Carried far away Stripped away and thinned You’re too far out of sight Just a shadow to a cloud I want to get to you I want to make you proud I throw rocks at you It’s my way to talk My message is hidden Like the works of a clock I hide what I mean Because I am scared That if you knew me You’d think I’m impaired But I’ll keep tossing my rocks Hoping you’ll throw back So we can fix this bridge Crack by crack
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Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 5:14 PM UTC
Our Broken Bridge
The mask that we wear, That covers our lies. It changes the air, And view from our eyes. Now we don’t bleed, And now we can’t cry. Never again need, Or fear the goodbye. We won’t feel pain, Or regret the past. And never again, Be the outcast. It’s our friend, Loosely fabricated. Our own mend, To a life hated. A show we put on, That covers the wound. That makes the pawn, No longer doomed.
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Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 11:02 AM UTC
Masks
Play along my sweet, sweet horn For all the hearts are torn Carry on a note so long In your sad forgotten song Now play along my sweet, sweet string And let them hear you sing Move your bows ever so gently And watch them listen intently Now play along my sweet sweet flute And watch them all salute Your lovely voice soft as rain Deprives them of their pain Now play along my sweet, sweet bell For you always play so well Show the world your soft tone Because you’re all alone Now play along my sweet, sweet bass Just to give them a taste Of your low mellow chord And get them all on board Now play along my sweet, sweet sax But be mindful of those flats Play it jazzy and so smooth And take away the ruth Now play along my sweet, sweet drum And make the crowd go numb You careful steady beat Will lift them off their feet Now play along my sweet, sweet chime And freeze us all in time The hollowness of your sound Always in the background Now play along my sweet trumpet And match up with the cornet Now join all the rest of you And along to this merry tune
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Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 8:56 AM UTC
Play Along Merry Band
It’s okay, to cry yourself to sleep. To accept your own defeat, To always slam the door, And lie upon the floor, To shut out all the light, Because you know you’re not alright, To hate everyone your around, And never make a sound, To never speak your mind, To always feel confined. It’s okay, to think the end is now, To admit you don’t know how. To walk alone at night, To loose at every fight, To feel so insecure, To believe in any cure, To feel pushed around, To be lost but never found, To wish for the worst, And feel like you’ve been cursed. It’s okay, to admit that you were wrong, To be weak, but never strong, To want to dress in black, And to always watch your back, To feel so small, Because no one cares at all, To feel meaningless, Because of the stress, To know nothing makes sense, And lose your self-defense. It’s okay, to wish that you were numb, From all that you’ve become, To wish away the pain, And all you can’t contain, To forgive but not forget, To shudder at every threat, To get down on your knees, To wish for some disease, To crave a little love, Rather than a shove. It’s okay to bleed, To give into to greed, To stay in the dark, And never make a mark, To always be alone, Rather than a clone, To never trust someone, And always want to run, To long for the rain, And for the humane. It’s okay, to hate everyday, To leave but never stay, To be the outcast, Never being asked, To break all of the rules, To say they’re just fools, To hold onto to your dreams, But hold in all your screams, To have a little doubt, To let it all come out. It’s okay, to think outside the box, To tell the world your thoughts, To break out of the mold, To forget what you were told, To make your own path, And let out a laugh, To go where no one's been, To believe that you can win, To forget yesterday And believe, you’ll be, okay.
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Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 10:31 PM UTC
Okay
It’s okay, to cry yourself to sleep. To accept your own defeat, To always slam the door, And lie upon the floor, To shut out all the light, Because you know you’re not alright, To hate everyone your around, And never make a sound, To never speak your mind, To always feel confined. It’s okay, to think the end is now, To admit you don’t know how. To walk alone at night, To loose at every fight, To feel so insecure, To believe in any cure, To feel pushed around, To be lost but never found, To wish for the worst, And feel like you’ve been cursed. It’s okay, to admit that you were wrong, To be weak, but never strong, To want to dress in black, And to always watch your back, To feel so small, Because no one cares at all, To feel meaningless, Because of the stress, To know nothing makes sense, And lose your self-defense. It’s okay, to wish that you were numb, From all that you’ve become, To wish away the pain, And all you can’t contain, To forgive but not forget, To shudder at every threat, To get down on your knees, To wish for some disease, To crave a little love, Rather than a shove. It’s okay to bleed, To give into to greed, To stay in the dark, And never make a mark, To always be alone, Rather than a clone, To never trust someone, And always want to run, To long for the rain, And for the humane. It’s okay, to hate everyday, To leave but never stay, To be the outcast, Never being asked, To break all of the rules, To say they’re just fools, To hold onto to your dreams, But hold in all your screams, To have a little doubt, To let it all come out. It’s okay, to think outside the box, To tell the world your thoughts, To break out of the mold, To forget what you were told, To make your own path, And let out a laugh, To go where no one's been, To believe that you can win, To forget yesterday And believe, you’ll be, okay.
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