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though the trees your blinding bioluminescent light,

burns and scorches my broken skin,

you are a shining light,

Your candescent glow seems to cry out and call,

for my insignificant life to reach out and touch you,

a call in the dark your calm diversion,

you are a shining light,

Like a hand grasping up though the gravel,

past the dust and dirt towards the sweetest sky,

towards you and your sweet-scented life,

you are a shining light,

I can hear you singing somewhere in the dark,

calling, like an angel, forbodeing my life,

i want to cry for you and make you stay,

but i’m silenced by the fear of my own voice,

you are a shining light,

and I start to sink again into the solace,

which i have grown to know so well,

untill you pass by my grave side again,

and i try to escape from my life in death,

you are a shining light,

begin to fade in the frost?

will it stay for a while?

or is it just lost?

Does your hardend heart,

begin to soften in the summer air?

will it fall apart?

or is it even there?

I know your soul needs some-one,

and you will allways be lost without love,

I will allways be your someone,

because you were sent from above,

in every desolate dream of mine,

there must be a reason i’m sure why bridges seem to burn,

and I allways run out of time,

So why in the mist and the moonlight,

am I able to endlessly stare into,

those seraphic eyes that stare back tonight,

well we have nothing else to do

Down that dusty road?

How long is it that I’ve been walking?

With that heavy load,

Now it seems my road has turned,

From winter into spring,

All the flowers have returned,

And you, my everything,

I just hope you feel the same,

that feeling when we’re talking,

and when of course you call my name,

just know that ill come walking,

seemed some-what addicted to siting in solitude,

Within those old white washed walls I wish they could wisper,

into my youthfull ears and include,

all of the stories and his memories of her,

I can allways remember her smiling

like she had done it a million times before,

and of course my grandmother had done,

now with the weight of remembrance no-more,

they both lay under the golden sun.

If health is a manifestation of ignorance and wealth.

Silent the people are broken lost in hope no words are spoken.

Fear overides the desires of life, how easy we bleed when we think the knife has gone too deep.

Becoming lost at sea in our eternal grief.

Instead the fisher should seek to release let the fish go and be at peace.

The smaller the fish the smaller the feast.

The smaller the prey the bigger the beast.

Silence becomes fragile now, only for the agile.

He was not sure whether the voice was his own or not.

Slowly, Slowly the voice pierced through his ears.

Yet he was the only one that could even hear.

Calm, Calm this repetitive narrator went on.

He gently cut his way into the waves his spirit ready, his body gone.

Rise,Rise the voice beckoned.

His feet leave the waves was he weightless even just for a second?

Open! Open! The voice has spoken! His heart beats steady, soothed and ready.

Alas, Alas the voice mourned. The feeling leaves him, yet he remains warm.

shes a wild fire rose growing for someone she knows,

the fox pounces in and makes quick conversation,

my patience weighs thin when I reach my exasperation.

The ones who know, are under known and the ones

who show never know, the ones who care are never there

why the ones who fear are never scared.

The window begins to close, let the rabbits in,

stormy shadows aren’t skipping here,

the desprate wind blows the time is near ,

what the end brings is never clear.

The ones who know, are under known and the ones

who show never know, the ones who care are never there

why the ones who fear are never scared.

Waiting for something that might never be,

waiting for someone that we may never see,

the time we shared you know I teared, you know

that it was torn, every day we breathe at least

we performed.

The ones who know, are under known and the ones

who show never know, the ones who care are never there

why the ones who fear are never scared.

your narrow minded view can’t contain me the straight and narrow are abandoning.

I see you all sitting calmly but your spirit is drowning.

you recite the same words hoping they will mean something.

Pitiful grace a shallow following you stay on your knees but really your crawling.

Shameless faith I see past your lies your all dying from the inside.