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October 19, 2016
Song for the day
I could never find the right way to tell you
Have you noticed I’ve been gone?
’cause I left behind the home that you made me
But I will carry it along
[Chorus]
And it’s a long way forward, so trust in me
I’ll give them shelter, like you’ve done for me
And I know, I’m not alone, you’ll be watching over us
Until you’re gone
[Instrumentals]
[Verse 2]
When I’m older, I’ll be silent beside you
I know words won’t be enough
And they won’t need to know the names on our faces
But they will carry on for us
[Chorus]
And it’s a long way forward, so trust in me
I’ll give them shelter, like you’ve done for me
And I know, I’m not alone, you’ll be watching over us
Until you’re gone
[Instrumentals]
[Outro]
Oh it’s a long way forward, trust in me
I’ll give them shelter, like you’ve done for me
And I know, I’m not alone, you’ll be watching over us
Until…
October 18, 2016
Dead and gone
To bury something, it is often considered either means the end of something or the passing on into the realm of the earth or the sky..only the dead could ever know. But it is not only the dead that we bury. We bury objects, memories, thoughts and emotions among other things. Contrary to popular belief burying something is not the end of it, because even though it is suppressed between layers of earth or self control, the dead don’t always remain that way and that is where the stories come from..the stories that haunt you for the rest of your no longer carefree lives.
October 15, 2016
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Lyrics for the day
He’d trade his guns for love,
But he’s caught in the crossfire,
And he keeps wakin up,
But its not to the sound of birds,
The tyranny, the violent streets,
Deprived of all that we’re blessed with,
And we can’t get enough,
Heaven if you sent us down,
So we could build a playground,
For the sinners, to play as saints,
You’d be so proud of what we made
I hope you got some beds around,
Cuz you’re the only refuge now,
For every mother, every child, every brother,
That’s caught in the Crossfire,
I’d trade my luck to know,
Why hes caught in the crossfire,
And I’m here wakin up,
To the sun and the sound of birds,
Society’s, Anxiety,
Deprives of all that we’re blessed with,
We just cant get enough,
Heaven if you sent us down,
So we could build a playground,
For the sinners, to play as saints,
You’d be so proud of what we made
I hope you got some beds around,
Cuz you’re the only refuge now,
For every mother, every child, every brother,
Who’s caught in the Crossfire,
Can I trust what I’m given?
When faith still needs a gun,
Whose ammunition,
Justifies the wrong?
And I can’t see, from the backseat,
So I’m asking from above,
Can I trust what I’m given,
Even when it cuts?
So Heaven if you sent us down,
So we could build a playground,
For the sinners, to play as saints,
You’d be so proud of what we made
I hope you got some beds around,
Cuz you’re the only refuge now,
For every mother, every child, every brother,
Who’s caught in the Crossfire,
Who’s caught in the crossfire,
Who’s caught in the crossfire,
Who’s caught on the cross,
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Excusemypoetry – Of hearts easily taken
The nightwind blew my heart away
And daylight fell on a gaping hole
Left behind on my chest
Were the scars I bore
