...THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE...
"It's time for a change what else can I do the clock ticking time I better make up my mind is it me or is it you tonight as I'm losing control I will drink to the queen of my soul" ~ Blue Rodeo ~ except that I don't drink anymore (except on special occasions... are you a special occasion?) and I don't know who the queen of my soul is (thought it was me, but then, who knows?... once I thought I did, but then, she abdicated... or was it me?)... anyway, I figure you'd understand... Blue Rodeo reminds me of you... I think... at least until I am myself again... this world can be so hard on a heart so many cold walls machines to tears us apart this world corrupts the purest of minds so many old lies too easy to close the blinds and are still you suprised to see the children freak out when they find out what this world is all about? does if comfort you to know you are on the winning side maybe it doesn't matter that your heart has died you're safe nobody but me noticed when you lied calling god can you do us a favor how about a saviour does it have to be so hard I've got a question for you old bean, old sod if man's best friend is a dog then what is god? this world is not meant for children stop asking foolish questions at your own risk this world has no room for innocence except to sell it the machine spares no expense are you still acting as if you can handle things when you find out what this world is all about? does it please you to be part of the mass destruction just have another drink if you have any doubt you're safe truth is there is no way out calling god can you do us a favor oh sloppy creator does life have to be so mean I've got a question for you old sod, old bean if man's just your reflection what have we seen? where have we been? what are we seeing? what are we being? this world must be your bad dream so what's new (or what's been going on?... coming off?... doddling?)... sadly, you were never one for words, which was our downfall... but I still think of you on more days than I don't... and yes, I am still in search of rainbows... Happy Birthday Sandy J |
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