In the gloom of modern era
When greed stains inner fears,
The heart which carries many dreams
Wallows in the years
Of wasted times, of young lost love
The grit of salty eyes,
The pain which ebbs beneath the beat
Of constantly dry lies.
Oh hear the song, the people sing
The chant of lungs afar
The mist that rises in the air
To gather bout the stars
Oh hear the song, the people sing
With hearts so full of cheer
The song that moves through hearty lips
Is imminently near.
It is the time when people doubt
Affection can be found.
To late is near, to late is gone,
To lie beneath the ground.
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Please tell me what you think i should do next.
Thanks a lot.
In Christ
Colin
Written February 22nd, 2005
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Sorry i forgot...i didn't finish it though...so if you want..oh and a bridge too you gotta have one of those please.....
oh and please bring me yummy british chocolate hehe....do you want my cell number??? -
hey bro....sorry, was this a song? if so i wrote music to it...see i get bored and i'm not very good at writing lyrics, so i take other people's (yours hehe) and i write music to it...if you want me to i'll send you the chords, but theres a riff, and you might want me to show you when you come....(moms elated hehe)
i actually miss you!!
love Sam -
wow, you don't usually rhyme, but this (NO JOKE) reminded me of T.S. Eliot, or Frost, or evne Dickenson. Man... you're like...haha a GREAT writer! From short stories to poetry...versatile too
in Christ and God bless,
Evan
p.s. this is NOT just a part of being a friend haha, I promise, seriously
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