Were sleepwalkers
A world of dreamers
We need to wake up and make up our minds
We the masses
The underclasses
Does it matter that life passes us by
Yes it matters, life just passes us by
Undertakers
Baby makers
Beginning and end entwined
Collaborators
Investigators
Searchers never find
Give me peace
But not a piece of your mind
Give me hope
But not the hopeless kind
Give me love
And all that comes with it
Ill die for your sins
And hope im forgiven
This isn’t living
This is surviving
Stars are falling
Worlds colliding
Yoa are the truth
And I believe
You are the reason
That I breathe
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That was quite deep and I enjoyed it very much.
It sounds like the lyrics to a song and could probably be used for such. However, I can relate to the words of your work. Thank you for that!
[edit on 6-8-2009 by N3krostatic]
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reply to post by N3krostatic
Thanks for the kind words.
Your right, it is a song, but i thought i'd share the lyrics all the same.
Poetry is poetry after all.
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