One song, glory
One song before I go
Glory, one song to leave behind
Find one song
One last refrain
Glory, from the pretty-boy front man
Who wasted opportunity
One song
He had the world at his feet
Glory, in the eyes of a young girl
A young girl
Find glory
Beyond the cheap colored lights
One song before the sun sets
Glory, on another empty life
Time flies, time dies
Glory
One blaze of glory
One blaze of glory
Glory
Find glory
In a song that rings true
Truth like a blazing fire
An eternal flame
Find one song
A song about love
Glory, from the soul of a young man
A young man
Find the one song
Before the virus takes hold
Glory, like a sunset
One song to redeem this empty life
Time flies
And then no need to endure anymore
Time dies
-One Song Glory, Rent
One song before I go
Glory, one song to leave behind
Find one song
One last refrain
Glory, from the pretty-boy front man
Who wasted opportunity
One song
He had the world at his feet
Glory, in the eyes of a young girl
A young girl
Find glory
Beyond the cheap colored lights
One song before the sun sets
Glory, on another empty life
Time flies, time dies
Glory
One blaze of glory
One blaze of glory
Glory
Find glory
In a song that rings true
Truth like a blazing fire
An eternal flame
Find one song
A song about love
Glory, from the soul of a young man
A young man
Find the one song
Before the virus takes hold
Glory, like a sunset
One song to redeem this empty life
Time flies
And then no need to endure anymore
Time dies
-One Song Glory, Rent
- Last seen right now. Member since August 24, 2007.
- I'm a amethyst understanding poet for 27 comments.
- I am a 16 year old girl from Georgia (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm playing my clarinet.
- Visit my homepage at lightly-floating.deviantart.com






- I am in the groups A Shoulder To Cry On
- I have 27 comments, 56 poems
My Poetry
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I've always wanted to fall into the sky, to fly into the silvery whispers that the stars blinked at me. Gravitational pull has other ideas, and leaves me stranded on the shore, pulled back and forth with the tide as the moon
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She never thought she was worth anything. She would drag on, cringing in door-frames and window-panes, and crying at the people on the streets who held hands under umbrellas. She was so lost, so alone, but there were so many
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Raindrops
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It's dusty corridors
And windows unexplored
Guest Book
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JulietMontigue : hi on February 13hi thanks for the comment

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x--nocturnia--x on October 18, 2007Hey there! It's nice to see another DA fan
I'm SatanicFaery on there as well
You're a good little poet with lots of initiative. Good work!
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OnyxtheForsaken : I'm first! on October 18, 2007Hi Alias! Just about to read your poems, hope to hear from you very soon

