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I've lived a thousand lives
And died a thousand deaths
Within the pages of my notebooks
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There was once a carpenter's son;
he died by his stepfather's profession
about an item made of wood

He died by his stepfather's profession
carrying wood upon his back

He died by his stepfather's profession
with wood touching him
He died by his stepfather's profession
by wood with nails in skin...

she may hurt, but she is not pain.
she may fail, but she is not a failure.
she may be tragic, but she is not tragedy.

*she may feel worthless,
but this, too, will pass.

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she is

Somewhere

                                            ( she is )

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we wait we wait

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We search and see

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We watch and learn

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I met her there somewhere

Where SHE wanted to be


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The song !

The loving song !

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Yesterday tomorrow and certainly

You and I and the Today that is the world

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Do we really want to live ?

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Do we really know how to die ?

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She'd love to see us love

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She waits

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She is

Somewhere

                                                      ( she is )

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In the shadows or in the light

I'd like to be,
the girl who gets
a second
glance.

We spin around on the dance floor,
my hands locked with yours.
You look into my eyes,
and to my surprise I'm looking back.

Watching each other,
as we dance the night away.
There's something in my heart,
that I have to say.

Is the very reason,
that I will stay.
As we move simultaneously,
locked in perfect unison.

My mind begins to wonder,
and my heart begins to race.
I'm falling in love,
with your warm embrace.

As the music stops,
and we do too.
We smile and depart,
till the music brings us along.

It is my theory
that we are all connected.
From the thread around your finger
to the ribbon on her wrist
and the rope tightened on my neck.
Every action has a consequence,
because when you pull on the string;
*something unravels.

A Queen sits high upon her throne,
She stares unblinkingly out onto her yard,
Never moving, Never Speaking, Never commanding anyone.
When Night falls she watches and listens as it comes to life,
Spirit of those she once knew - and of those she didn't - coming and passing beneath and around her.
Some stop to kneel, others keep moving on, ignoring her completely.
She stares and sees one lone figure enter the Yard,
She waits until the Figure places a Bouquet of Flowers at her feet before she Moves,
Slowly rising from her throne to stand alongside the figure,
as He whispers, " My Dearest, I pray one day we shall meet again.",
Before turning and leaving the Yard.
The Queen silently watches the Figure leave before she sits herself upon the throne once more.
As the sun slowly rises, signaling the end of the Spirits Wanderings,
They depart back to their resting places,
and she lets her own spirit traverse to it's own place she now resides in.
The Queens last thought was, "Though you cannot see me, My Love, I am forever a short walk away."
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"Papa? Did you go and see Mama again, Last Night?", A Little Six Year old Girl asks.
" I thought you where asleep, why where you up so late?", A 37 year old man replies.
"Papa! I just wanted to know if you went to see Mama!", the Girl says in Exasperation.
The Father laughs, "Yes I saw your Mother, I could have sworn she had been looking right at me!"
"Papa...Will I ever get to see Mama again?"
"Perhaps one day I'll take you, then we can see Mama Together."
"Yay!"
"Alright You! Breakfast time! Who wants Pancakes!"
"Me! Me! Me!"
"I thought so!", the Father laughs, then picks up the little girl and heads into the Kitchen.
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"Fear Not the safety of our Child for even now I stand watch over you both, like a Queen does her Beloved Homeland."

"One Day we'll all get to be with another, but for now, seeing you upon that pillar will have to do, My Dearest Concrete Angel."