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Never Far Away
I know it's hard to say goodbye
When it seems we just said hello
Laughter came so easily
and my smile never felt more real
We talked like two old friends
speaking freely, speaking truth
Not worrying about gaining acceptance
but already knowing you've been accepted
I listened to you all night
I will listen all day
Nothing can change whats
We can only decide whether it's
worth holding on to
or if it's worth letting go of
Always keep our memories close
to your heart
Let them hold your hand
when I can not
I'm not so far away
I'm in your heart
and that's where I'll stay
I'm sorry it had to end
with a good bye kiss
I fell like I let you in
to only let you down
As I saw you laughter
turn to tears
I felt helpless and
its ok to cry a little
I know where it comes from
these tears of sadness
For the times that
will not come
in the distance
DO YOU LIVE A LIFE YOU CALL YOUR OWN,
OR DOES THE SUN PULL YOU BACK AS IT CIRCLES THE MOON.
THEIR CANVISES ARE CONFORMED,
AND THEIR INK WELLS ONLY HOLD BLACK AND GRAY.
TOMORROW WILL NEVER BE THEIRS FOR TODAY IS ALREADY GONE.
REST EASY SILENT SOUL FOR THE CHILDREN ARE ALIVE
THE CHILDREN SPREAK THEIR SOULS WILL NEVER DIE.
I'VE SEEN THE CHANGE i SMELL IT IN THE AIR
THE HORIZON HOLDS NEW LIFE FOR THE ONES WHO MEET ME THERE.
So Far Gone
The silence of my thoughts keep haunting my soul,
feeding on the failing whispers yet to be heard.
All stand... but one in sinners circle
All but one is free of the casting stone.
I watched the sun rape the day.
Soon the curtain will fall and all light lost.
Candlelight will spill shadows upon our walls
lingering gost surface as the children wipe their eyes.
Misty morning sunshine spills upon the day,
the children all laughing as the sun is at its rage.
Watched you sleep like a child never going to wake
and I ask myself how does the innocenence fade.
And what kind of love and what kind of pain,
and what kind of truth and what kind of shame,
it's the one that you feel when you don't know his name.
it's the one that won't heal if you don't call his name.
So much is lost in the depth of our hearts
All is nothing when the truth is your mystery
Found yearning for the sweet breast of life
Unsatisfied is the taste of your spoiled fruit
Your stained glass heart shows much promise
Each peice will find its own light
In the silence an unborn baby dreams of life
Will the gift be blown back into his face