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Thoughts in the Silence
(Written
Sorry for the deep silence between us. I know you can read my mind When I want you to, But I’m not ready to say What I feel aloud So these thoughts are mine alone Or are they? Do you feel what I feel? You’ve got my mind working overtime. All that is clear to me Is that I don’t understand you And I don’t understand me When it comes to you. Thought I was braver that this. Funny how it’s easy to face death But not oneself. Didn’t think I was the type To fall so far in love, But your eyes lead to your soul And when I look there It’s like coming home.
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Beautiful Land
(Written
Beautiful land, You hold much power over me. See, you have my heart and soul Just as you have my body Locked here by gravity. My dreams go no higher than your peaks, No farther than your seas. Once or twice they brushed the stars, But always my thoughts returned home.
Wish I could spend my days Wandering hills, fields, and forests. Duty may keep me palace-bound, But one day I’ll climb a mountain Or walk by the sea for hours, Listening to it whisper Or rage as the case may be. Until that day, dreams will do.
Beautiful land, Do I love you because you’re home, Or are you home because I found Love here?
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Tell Me Your Story
(Written
Behind every young man or woman Lies a story waiting to be told. Tell me your story. Where did you come from? What have you experienced? Where are you going? These are some of life’s Big questions. Funny how it’s easy to not see How amazing life can truly be. So tell me your story. What makes you smile? What makes you laugh or cry? What do you fear most of all? Who are you trying to please? What are your life goals? Whatever your story may be There is much more to tell. So tell me your story thus far. Maybe we’ll write something new.
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After the Windstorm
(Written
The
wind stole my heart,
But
left my mind alone.
So,
I am shattered, broken, lost,
Yet
alive enough to say,
“Never
was a better place
Than
the land I call home.”
You
and I might have owned the universe
Or
nothing,
And
all would be all right.
For
the longest time
Home
was not so much a place
As
it was simply you.
Now
that the wind has swept
All
I know away
How
can I still say,
“Never
was a better place
Than
the land I call home.”?
The
long and short of everything
Simply
lies in this fact:
This
land gave me you.
Never
was a finer gift in the course of history.
Every
day, hour, moment
Will
be cradled in my mind
So
home will always live.
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