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Silence.
Even God doesn’t know what to say.
Life left us parentless in this world. Our poor little and sick world.
Oh, how hopeless and pathetic we are.
I know some days are moving slower when the loneliness sets in. I know it too well.
Once, there was a boy, hugging his legs, whispering in silence,
trying not to cry. Life did he experience as the blackest fire of
all, but the boy wasn’t intending to give up. His life up untill that certain day
was nothing more than a lie. He refused to accept his fate.
And he wasn’t the only one.
Enjoy every second of your life.
Here and now and forever.
And hold them.
My eyes won’t fall down for yours. I won’t bow under your pressure.
You could stitch me with a thousand needles, but I’ll refuse to cry.
For I am not afraid, not anymore.
Can’t you hear the soft Voices of Creation?
Can’t you sense the moon shining soft on your naked skin?
I am one of God's misfits, one of the so many angels covered in mud. I
will never shine as the stars. But…I live my life as long as I
can.
Live your life, before reaching your demise!
Enjoy every second!
Here and now!
And hold them.
Otherwise they are gone.
Can’t you hear it? The raw Sound of Revolution?
Is it possible to free yourself from the chains that keep you
where you are? Don’t ask. Just try, really.
It gives tomorrow's dreams their wings.
... Who I am? You really want to know? I am the dream forgotten in the morning.
Even God doesn’t know what to say.
Life left us parentless in this world. Our poor little and sick world.
Oh, how hopeless and pathetic we are.
I know some days are moving slower when the loneliness sets in. I know it too well.
Once, there was a boy, hugging his legs, whispering in silence,
trying not to cry. Life did he experience as the blackest fire of
all, but the boy wasn’t intending to give up. His life up untill that certain day
was nothing more than a lie. He refused to accept his fate.
And he wasn’t the only one.
Enjoy every second of your life.
Here and now and forever.
And hold them.
My eyes won’t fall down for yours. I won’t bow under your pressure.
You could stitch me with a thousand needles, but I’ll refuse to cry.
For I am not afraid, not anymore.
Can’t you hear the soft Voices of Creation?
Can’t you sense the moon shining soft on your naked skin?
I am one of God's misfits, one of the so many angels covered in mud. I
will never shine as the stars. But…I live my life as long as I
can.
Live your life, before reaching your demise!
Enjoy every second!
Here and now!
And hold them.
Otherwise they are gone.
Can’t you hear it? The raw Sound of Revolution?
Is it possible to free yourself from the chains that keep you
where you are? Don’t ask. Just try, really.
It gives tomorrow's dreams their wings.
... Who I am? You really want to know? I am the dream forgotten in the morning.
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