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It's a broken shoe lace, A crooked frame, Boiling water Bubbling over the *** When everything thing That was Never fine, Becomes clear. There's always time For change. There's always time For forgiveness. People just don't want to take time, Like it will be: Too hot or too cold To the touch. Reach out for time. Make time. Run around time. Let not time control you, goad you, or stop you. It is A Concrete yet intangible Thing. All we can do Is see it's minuscule effects On the ones We hold dearest, closest, nearest. All people are born to die. All people who are born Deserve to live. All people who live have the right To live in freedom. The only chains that bind us Are the ones We tie Ourselves. But accept that true freedom Is impossible. Even the birds who fly Are chained to the limits Of the skyway. Let life run through Let it be the blue of the oceans The green of the forest The golden stretch of all canyons The blackest night And the lightest morning. Let life run through you, And may you always Run With Life.
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Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 11:40 AM UTC
Running (With Life)
It's a broken shoe lace, A crooked frame, Boiling water Bubbling over the *** When everything thing That was Never fine, Becomes clear. There's always time For change. There's always time For forgiveness. People just don't want to take time, Like it will be: Too hot or too cold To the touch. Reach out for time. Make time. Run around time. Let not time control you, goad you, or stop you. It is A Concrete yet intangible Thing. All we can do Is see it's minuscule effects On the ones We hold dearest, closest, nearest. All people are born to die. All people who are born Deserve to live. All people who live have the right To live in freedom. The only chains that bind us Are the ones We tie Ourselves. But accept that true freedom Is impossible. Even the birds who fly Are chained to the limits Of the skyway. Let life run through Let it be the blue of the oceans The green of the forest The golden stretch of all canyons The blackest night And the lightest morning. Let life run through you, And may you always Run With Life.
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ashby-brown
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 11:40 AM UTC
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