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Jan 2016
It is an ordinary world in which we live
As do I
With faded carpet
And blinds that carry the dust of my past
Yet it is not what I want for you
I want to say the things you've never heard
I want to show you the light you've never seen
I want you to know the love you've never felt
But how can I put my mind into yours?
How can I when I exhaust myself with these things?
To be always shiny new
To be always what it is you are searching for
Is it too much?
Because to dig into fertile soil
And to vanish into the depths where ships are laid to rest
Is to walk alone with only a match in the darkness
Who could follow the glow of a single point of light?
Could you trust the direction in which I lead
Or is it an ordinary world in which you wish to live?
Can you when it is I who would resist?
I see the path that leads me to you
But what if I can only follow the path of expression
Would you still believe in me my love?
Mark Lecuona
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Mark Lecuona
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