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weaver, weep for me,
i am a seeker, wandering,
in the bonds of freedom,
trying to find the way to be free,
i need you, weaver weep for me

weaver, weep for me
i am weary, i need sleep tonight
eyes blurred by what's before them, restore my sight
cleanse my eyes with tears,
wash my eyes clean
weaver, do not weep, but sing.

weaver, sing for me,
the songs you write, the dreams you weave for me,
i am not lost tonight, nor am i alone
my feet fall in your light, as white as bone
weaver, with you, i am not alone

weaver ,wait for me
I am traveling slow,
I don't know which way my feet will take me,
but where they do, I go,
weaver wait for me,
at the end of the tapestry,
weaver wait for me til dawn.

weaver, skies I've seen have worshipped thee,
the dawn has risen, the earth has shifted
the clouds have formed to clear our vision,
weaver mountains deep have bowed before thee,
weaver, may i meet you there this morning
And here I am, and there i went,
but i didn't take a single step,
i stood here fighting the urge to chase you
as you shrank to a picturesque twinkle in the distance
not thinking "what use is this"? but
"if this is what she wants, this is what she gets".
Hurt is inevitable.
Especially when you love.
And i do, with everything i have.
you make me wanna do stupid things
in all the right ways
you make me wanna touch you,
you alter my brain
i get lost in the reaction
you're the catalyst
there are cracks in the flask and
our chemicals seep deep into everything they touch
lets find out if this makes us hot or cold...
there is hope for you yet
said with a bit of jest, undercoated with a mite of seriousness
I wonder what kind of hope she meant
affections ,reflections of each other
columns in a cavern of glass
a room of mirrors
edges gracefully traced in my mind
each as much a picture of what i feel as the next
I begrudge no mirror what it reflects
applause
i crave them
there are but two hands
clap. clap. clapping


for me, stumbling through my dancing
for me, a man who's kept, and kept, trying
there was almost a second where i lost it
the i realized who was clapping
he was the man who wrote the music.
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