Tuesday, 30 April 2013
Sunday, 14 April 2013
A Thousand Beautiful Words
I realize you have given up on words.
People talk. You listen.
People write. You read.
And nowadays, even the wretched do it beautifully.
I realize you have given up on words.
Cause they've ceased to keep their sanctity.
And everyone is wise, and you...a wise cynic.
I realize you have given up on words.
How could you not, after all you've seen?
The abuse. The mindless abuse.
In every corner, by every being.
I realize you've given up on words.
Decided, to never ever take it in,
To never be that fool again,
Cause you've been there and done that,
And that's cost more than you could think.
That's cost more than they could think.
I realize you've given up on words.
And yet, you battle on still...
Quite hopelessly, quite helplessly.
It's an ugly war you're in.
I realize you've given up on words.
You hate your own voice, occasionally.
And love your silence for all it speaks.
Until nothing ever speaks...
No words, not even silence,
Nothing speaks....
I realize you've given up on words.
Have you now, finally?
If tomorrow you read a thousand beautiful words,
What would you make of it?
People talk. You listen.
People write. You read.
And nowadays, even the wretched do it beautifully.
I realize you have given up on words.
Cause they've ceased to keep their sanctity.
And everyone is wise, and you...a wise cynic.
I realize you have given up on words.
How could you not, after all you've seen?
The abuse. The mindless abuse.
In every corner, by every being.
I realize you've given up on words.
Decided, to never ever take it in,
To never be that fool again,
Cause you've been there and done that,
And that's cost more than you could think.
That's cost more than they could think.
I realize you've given up on words.
And yet, you battle on still...
Quite hopelessly, quite helplessly.
It's an ugly war you're in.
I realize you've given up on words.
You hate your own voice, occasionally.
And love your silence for all it speaks.
Until nothing ever speaks...
No words, not even silence,
Nothing speaks....
I realize you've given up on words.
Have you now, finally?
If tomorrow you read a thousand beautiful words,
What would you make of it?
Friday, 12 April 2013
Tuesday, 9 April 2013
Traveller
I love how the wind blows through my hair on these country roads,
The sound of tires on the gravel, the cloud of dust trailing after us,
As a lone pair of headlights make their way home...
I love how the sun sets in your country and how the moon shows up early in the twilight,
And how your eyes light up at the sight of your cottage....
Would you take me in, just for the night? Find me a place under your twilight sky?
I think I'm home for tonight...
The sound of tires on the gravel, the cloud of dust trailing after us,
As a lone pair of headlights make their way home...
I love how the sun sets in your country and how the moon shows up early in the twilight,
And how your eyes light up at the sight of your cottage....
Would you take me in, just for the night? Find me a place under your twilight sky?
I think I'm home for tonight...
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