Stick Around By Niall Gallagher Uh oh, secrets blown, it’s good to know, something’s growing, each time a secret is known, be it so, uh oh, secrets blown. Overwhelmed, to comprehend, does one pretend? Come to guide me home, was I ever alone? Were you always there?, how was I so unfair? Such a magical blend your love sends. We’re gonna change this, knowing you exist, as we sit alone and reminisce, can’t help but feel this, so many years missed, signs dismissed, from the world’s greatest. Residing in solitude, a changed attitude, I think the great word is gratitude. Your Family Tree, them us and me, extra help to set us free, can you release the bondage, apprehension to those that scorn all of these? for us to grow just as your trees? Feed me your vibration to bring forth creation, give me the sensation, to allow liberation overcome frustration, translation, the birth of a new nation. Your people tasted condemnation, have lived and living in isolation, is it possible for a nation to help a nation? To right wrong implications ? This world needs buckets of inspiration, room to breathe away from powerful arbitration, could you feed me ways of deportation? Don’t want to let you down, smiles all around, guidance, living in silence, it’s funny how I never tried this, how I didnt miss the presence of your crown, only now found but please do Stick Around.
Posted on: Fri, 21 Mar 2014 23:54:00 +0000
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