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Little the lost one Endlessly seeking A Hand to hold -- Even in death's shadows Even in the still frozen heartlands Of this naked heartless country LO! Something somehow awakens (I hope it is you Good soul) •• POSSIBILITIES Perhaps a triumphant return POSSIBILITIES Perhaps somebody shall explore With patience and humility This broken world •• •• Little the lost child With imploring visage And terrifying eyes --- Perhaps a clarion call Certainly an invitation To ---- come alive And to take a hold Of the hand held rigid In painful self control Perhaps a humanness Shall begin to show Itself thru all the unimaginable pain And I may see you shine again •• It's all true What's goin on It s a lie A theft A psychotic game Come Grab her hand and walk away Come Grab my hand and we 'll All Go Free
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Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 2:59 PM UTC
Psychodelic colors of the early afternoon
Little the lost one Endlessly seeking A Hand to hold -- Even in death's shadows Even in the still frozen heartlands Of this naked heartless country LO! Something somehow awakens (I hope it is you Good soul) •• POSSIBILITIES Perhaps a triumphant return POSSIBILITIES Perhaps somebody shall explore With patience and humility This broken world •• •• Little the lost child With imploring visage And terrifying eyes --- Perhaps a clarion call Certainly an invitation To ---- come alive And to take a hold Of the hand held rigid In painful self control Perhaps a humanness Shall begin to show Itself thru all the unimaginable pain And I may see you shine again •• It's all true What's goin on It s a lie A theft A psychotic game Come Grab her hand and walk away Come Grab my hand and we 'll All Go Free
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jeffrey-robin
Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 2:59 PM UTC
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