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If it were up to me, I'd be more than a composer.. I'd be a musical conductor, The night stars would be an orchestra To us all. If it were up to me, I'd be less of a coward, I'd be someone you'd be proud of, I'd write a poem so beautiful that the world might just change... But it's hard to feel this hope all alone.. It's hard to turn the waves from our home its hard to turn my thoughts, into poems And it's hard to be in love, on my own Would you let me give you all the flowers I have grown? Could I show you all the magic I've been shown? If it were up to me, I'd be on my way now I'd be a busker by the bay now I'd be a writer, still falling hard If it were up to me, I'd be less of a student, and more a teacher.. I'd be a doer, not a dreamer I'd be iconic without needing a broken heart... Oh it's hard to hear stories, from those around It's hard to hear that everyone's, been knocked down.. It's hard to promise that things, could still look up.. See it's hard to give up, When all I want is to be a Giver... A giver of hope, songs and love.
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Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 4:20 PM UTC
The Giver
If it were up to me, I'd be more than a composer.. I'd be a musical conductor, The night stars would be an orchestra To us all. If it were up to me, I'd be less of a coward, I'd be someone you'd be proud of, I'd write a poem so beautiful that the world might just change... But it's hard to feel this hope all alone.. It's hard to turn the waves from our home its hard to turn my thoughts, into poems And it's hard to be in love, on my own Would you let me give you all the flowers I have grown? Could I show you all the magic I've been shown? If it were up to me, I'd be on my way now I'd be a busker by the bay now I'd be a writer, still falling hard If it were up to me, I'd be less of a student, and more a teacher.. I'd be a doer, not a dreamer I'd be iconic without needing a broken heart... Oh it's hard to hear stories, from those around It's hard to hear that everyone's, been knocked down.. It's hard to promise that things, could still look up.. See it's hard to give up, When all I want is to be a Giver... A giver of hope, songs and love.
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Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 4:20 PM UTC
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