sometimes you feel shot and hopeless....druged down and motionless...and as you sink to the floor your life begins to flash before the opeing of the great door....and you look to the side and all the happiness begins to fade before your eyes...what have i done to myself in this life...take me down from what i am and ill start over with these pale colored eyes...turn the page to open a new sky...feeling like one i can see the music buring inside me again....here my voice ill be there to aid your crys....focus on these things that make us feel ohh so alive...and turn your doubts into a sunny shine....take my hand will walk through this door....ill see to it that ill love you so much more...my feet rising up off the ground again...like thunder my spririt will rise up off the ocean floor...from what i used to be changing my leaves for this new tree...my sunken ship will rise to a new breeze across the water i will flee...from what i used to be.....take my hand will go through this door...
2006-06-27
18:27:36
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