In the midst of a journey within a look of the sweetest eyes
I would imagine flowers as the mightiest giants
When I smelled smoke
I would know there was a fire
And my name would be written in sunshine
Instead of words of defiance
I would never be lost or glance behind me at dawn
Blankness would never claim my day
With gladness I would be filled
I would recognize the swords of those
Who were friend or foe
When entanglements came my way
My time would move ever slowly on the best of days
I would hold all the keys to change
And could tell the difference
Between promises made by the way
Without having fear of my life
Being rearranged
Instead in the midst of a journey within this life of my own
There exist giants who are certainly not flowers
Nor do I always smell smoke
When there is fire
My name is not written in sunshine each hour
Yet to the clouds
I will never give power
Dec 3, 2010
Dec 3, 2010 at 6:24 PM UTC
In the midst of a journey within a look of the sweetest eyes
I would imagine flowers as the mightiest giants
When I smelled smoke
I would know there was a fire
And my name would be written in sunshine
Instead of words of defiance
I would never be lost or glance behind me at dawn
Blankness would never claim my day
With gladness I would be filled
I would recognize the swords of those
Who were friend or foe
When entanglements came my way
My time would move ever slowly on the best of days
I would hold all the keys to change
And could tell the difference
Between promises made by the way
Without having fear of my life
Being rearranged
Instead in the midst of a journey within this life of my own
There exist giants who are certainly not flowers
Nor do I always smell smoke
When there is fire
My name is not written in sunshine each hour
Yet to the clouds
I will never give power
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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