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I travelled over seas,
I travelled over land,
I battled heat I thought would not cool,
And storms I thought I would not die.
I came to rest at a place,
That was stricken with famine and drought.
I saw it's starving children,
And dirt that would never grow crops.
I realised there was more to the world,
Than most people ever see.
The world is not a perfect place,
But people shut their eyes to the truth.
Tall tree tops, reaching to the sky,
Towards white bellowing clouds,
Sunlight seeping through round the edges,
But centers blackened and forbidding.
The white puffs retreat,
Sunlight streams through,
Pink/orange light touching on each dimension,
Dramatic shapes come to life.
A sudden change of mood,
The sun timidly clings to the cover,
Of yet another cloud,
It knows its minutes are numbered.
Tiny lights appear one by one,
As the dusky haze of twighlight closes in,
A blanket of darkness falls,
And smothers the glow of day.
The hours tick by the way side,
Waves wash the sands of time ashore.
The sun is sleeping forever now,
The summer breeze warms me no more.
The winter chill is fiercely cold,
Blows the leaves off the trees so bare.
I remember the story that I was once told,
Of a love that was ours to share.
My thoughts are filled of you my love,
Free my soul and let it be,
Soaring like a turtle dove.
From my darkness rescue me.
She takes no bite nor nibble.
She cannot bear to see herself.
Who is she pleasing? No-one.
If she dies, she does not gain.
Just another statistic for the
Who is she pleasing?
Voices inside her head calling, whispering.
An evil silence surrounds her,
Circles her every sense.
She becomes lost in her own thoughts.
A rage swells inside her.
The voices within her head shout and scream.
A shatter of glass, a heavy thud.
She lays in a pool of blood on the ground.
Inside her head now, a scared little girl.
She crawls, to a private place in the corner,
Bows her head and begins to shake.
Her tears fall silently to the bloodied carpet.
A flick of the neck.
The opponent half dead,
Limp on the ground.
The winner claims,
The prize of the herd.
The younger blood,
Of the war torn battlers,
The victory is his.
But, we can be the same.
There's one thing that we share.
The one thing that is past and future,
And that is the way of the present.
A bridge can be built between us,
To connect our sollitary lives.
Where the past and future can be one,
And our present lives will stive.
There were no stars in the sky,
And no clouds to be seen.
One lonely street lamp stood,
Surrounded by its own light.
I saw a piece of silver paper,
Dancing in the light.
Then the cold wind blew again,
And it disappeared into the shadows.
Our love is so strong,
It will last forever,
My feelings for you,
Will cease never.
The stars in the sky,
I will give to you,
I will prove my undying,
Love for you.
The breeze through your hair,
The glint in your eyes,
The warmth of your touch,
I just have to sigh.
You are the love of my life,
And I know you see,
Together in love,
We will always be...