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I thought it was a disease, The way it had it's hold on me But I was the one who was sick you see I wanted to run, this time only physically I let my mind rest, and suddenly it hit me I was the rock kissing the dirt on the ground Waiting to be forgotten or kicked around So I asked for help and help was found No longer waiting to be picked from the crowd Standing my ground on the other side of town I took a step back and came back wondering how How did I waste, so many nights? Looking for the answer, I was trying to hide Reminding myself, I had to remember it right When I asked for an angel, she sent me a few, Gave me the tools, and a new book or two Told me to read, and to write it all down, Told me not to worry about the weight of the crown She some how managed to show me, I couldn't even stay in count And the greatest gift I'd ever gotten, Was learning how to slow it all down Listening to the rhythm A simple monotonous beat A rather tedious feat If you do ask me... ... I realized how much potential, waited in those keys... The lessons were simple, But simply never stated But even in the afterlife, She is trying to relay it How thankful I am for the gift of her hand Patiently teaching patience to me So sing with me, just one more song, The way no body's ever heard before... Sing with me, and they'll come along, Leaving worries not anywhere close to my door Sing to me, until I fall asleep, About those wooden ships, and lucid dreams Sing to me, until I fall asleep, til my ears bleed and I begin to weep Sing to me, until I no longer breathe and we make them see living in song is all we can be So sing that simple song to me..
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May 9, 2012
May 9, 2012 at 5:18 PM UTC
A Different State of Mind
I thought it was a disease, The way it had it's hold on me But I was the one who was sick you see I wanted to run, this time only physically I let my mind rest, and suddenly it hit me I was the rock kissing the dirt on the ground Waiting to be forgotten or kicked around So I asked for help and help was found No longer waiting to be picked from the crowd Standing my ground on the other side of town I took a step back and came back wondering how How did I waste, so many nights? Looking for the answer, I was trying to hide Reminding myself, I had to remember it right When I asked for an angel, she sent me a few, Gave me the tools, and a new book or two Told me to read, and to write it all down, Told me not to worry about the weight of the crown She some how managed to show me, I couldn't even stay in count And the greatest gift I'd ever gotten, Was learning how to slow it all down Listening to the rhythm A simple monotonous beat A rather tedious feat If you do ask me... ... I realized how much potential, waited in those keys... The lessons were simple, But simply never stated But even in the afterlife, She is trying to relay it How thankful I am for the gift of her hand Patiently teaching patience to me So sing with me, just one more song, The way no body's ever heard before... Sing with me, and they'll come along, Leaving worries not anywhere close to my door Sing to me, until I fall asleep, About those wooden ships, and lucid dreams Sing to me, until I fall asleep, til my ears bleed and I begin to weep Sing to me, until I no longer breathe and we make them see living in song is all we can be So sing that simple song to me..
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May 9, 2012
May 9, 2012 at 5:18 PM UTC
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