My greatest fear is that you won’t be able to hear me So please. Listen clearly. Spear me. Bait and tackle me so that i appear to be weary because only in death will you be able to hear me If words be breath then let these two lungs be on the verge of collapsing with the weight of the words that I never got to say Looking past your past, at last I see a vast amount of love you should be receiving Every evening you are believing that breathing just isn’t your thing Birds no longer sing, wedding bells never ring, the sting of seeing everyone else smile A mile wide grin while yours is covered in denial has you feeling vile but I am here to set the record straight But I need to do it before it’s too late because if wait the hate may grow greater than I can handle I want to be a candle in the night, Handel’s hands in flight, so that I may rewrite to right every misdeed I heed the needs of the sappy seed set within your soul in the hopes that it may lead you out of that hole Every sole print takes it’s toll but I know that it won’t be a whole eon before we can be on top Not a peon cop but lieutenant, you’re in it to win it I hope you can see That you can be Bruce Lee sipping tea while you’re enemies flee, if you really try That you can wear a suit and tie that is tye-dye while pushing bipartisan politics and still be as fly as Pegasus bling But be wary of kings of sing, even weeping angels have wings. Don’t blink when the Devil is staring you in the face The space between you and sin is thin, so don’t go embracing disgrace just because no one else is around I will let you travel out of bounds and still shoot the jay as long as you don’t kill the mockingbird If you had heard the herd stampeding you would have been retreating at my word, I know so But even with a slow flow the show must go on until you’ve answered that final curtain call And it’s not Telemarketer Paul or Saul from the Crossroads mall, this is Life on the phone Giving you another chance to dance at home alone because you have grown into your own foundation What I’m trying to say is, please, stay inside and play hide and seek The meek will try to peek but they won’t find the needle. Counting sheep is for the Sheikh so you don’t sleep until you have that crown You are the blue glue stick that stays solid while holding everything together You are the better weather that stays shining while making the leather hot You are you. Not what is bought, but what is sought. You are everything you’ve got And now I hope you can see the tree of life at sea, and if not then your imagination is as alive as the Walking Dead I have said and plead enough, I just pray that this gets through to your head Now go out there and make something of yourself! But if you decide to sit it out, and stay up on that shelf I’ve got one tip for you, like Pokemon, dust doesn’t collect itself
Posted on: Thu, 15 Aug 2013 17:01:46 +0000
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