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and it will take me years to understand why dawn follows the night: I would never see the light. we are all too young to die, too old to sleep, too far away to listen much. tides wash away to open water. in the light, emptiness - in the darkness, memory and sound. she cried on our shoulders - he swam out into cold water. took a breath, dived in - she always loved him. we would go back at any time - too young to sleep, too old to die; too caught up in sorrow to sing very much anymore. where darkness parts and we stand, together, where memory and sound is still and calm and empty in the light; and the song banishes the fear, a voice in fallen leaves - I do not claim to understand, but I am here. |
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You are welcome to cry on my shoulder, if need be. I'll do what I can to hold you up and be there. You always believe that I know much more than, in fact, I do; but I am not the gatekeeper - my words are only ideas, never instructions. I know what you desire and I possess it not; the way into her heart is something you must discover for yourself. I am not the gatekeeper: please don't look to me; I can only give you directions I cannot lend you the key. And yet, here I am standing why are they all drawn to me? I am not the Keeper of Hearts and I never will be. |
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hold my breath for hours staring at all the pretty bright lights above me if only you could force me to listen to the sound of my own voice you'd make me breathe again would make me breathe. |
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if you were here I'd listen to everything you'd say. everything. because even if I never doubt again, I love you. but today's just another day. and I know that this is just the way it is. I will get used to it. but I miss you. I love you. I will get on with my day, but I miss you. |
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there is another side to me, barely visible. I hold a strength inside unsuspected. I would not expect you to know, but I could challenge anything. and I, had I a reason, could lift the world up. too proud am I to lean on you now: I will stand up I will not fall. and if I can't see your star, I'll find another to guide me. and, if you give me reason, I will hold the world up. I'll stand up, I won't back down - but oh, how I would rather fall into your arms. I would take shelter in you rather than hold up this empty sky. |