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Sep 2011
Can you tell me, what's the rush?
Life's made of moments, we barely touch
I see your face as a passing blur,
A ghostly image of what you were

So much time is wasted on
Thoughts and actions, that come out wrong
We all lay claim to pure intentions
Except the times we never mention

We slowly surrender to rising doubts  
Choosing to take the easy way out
and What we stand for, is compromised
A moment’s weakness can haunt your life

The conclusion,
is all that is certain
There’s no way to predict
That final curtain
Just because you’re living,
Doesn't mean you’re alive
Cause a dreamless heartbeat,
Keeps no time
It can’t know the depths,
Where passion resides
It won’t feel hope heal,
The pain that won’t subside
Just because you’re living,
Doesn't mean you’re alive

So why are we afraid
to roll the dice?
Let’s chase our dreams,
Regardless of price
and Aim for the stars,
So we light up the night
Cause a dreamless heartbeat,
Keeps no time
It can’t know the depths,
Where passion resides
It won’t feel hope heal,
The pain that won’t subside
Just because you’re living,
Doesn't mean you’re alive
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   Pure LOVE and Kyla
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