A Journal of Sorts
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"will you lay all of your deepest wildest secrets bare? will you let all of those rumbling old gods take rage? I want to be there when the savage comes I want to be there when the savage comes when your savage earth heart cuts through! and the culture of the soul laid waste." ~ Waterboys ~ and the excitment continues to build what if you let me in showed me everywhere you've been laid out every hope and dream all the secrets never seen what if you let it go gave control to the whole show let the wind take you away to where children still play would it be the end of the world or the beginning would there be no turning back or would it matter would we care if we were losing or were winning would we be on the right track would it matter when nothing's left to hide there is no more fear erase every time you've lied start again, right here cast off all foolish pride and become aware embrace everything denieed and your way is clear you are free, right now, right here touch and never fear the love again breathe and know the way of peace hope and understand what living's for believe and share the release let somebody in showed them everywhere you've been lay out every hope and dream all the secrets never seen you can let it go give control to the whole show let the wind take you away to where children still play and you would see the end of the world and the beginning there would be no turning back it wouldn't it matter we wouldn't care if we were losing or were winning give me possession or freedom I'll take the latter when nothing's left to hide there is no more fear erase every time you've lied start again, right here cast off all foolish pride and become aware embrace everything denieed and your way is clear you are free, right now, right here touch and never fear the love again breathe and know the way of peace hope and understand what living's for believe and share the release yes... and fairy tales can come true, it can happen to you... when you wish upon a star... second to the right, of course... past forever mourning, endless twilight, we know the death that morning brings... prayers for eternal life hold the zombies up during the harsh reality, light of day, until sunset burns holes in the souls of ourr illusions and sets them free once more... tell me again, Peter... tell me again, Wendy... tell me again, Amy... tell me again J |
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