(Wednesday 13th May, 2008, 11pm)
Five years ....
To some it is life,
Others it is near death,
But to me it is a lie,
A deceit of my time there.
And to you, its creator,
When you turned my life
Upside, the down fell out
And was scattered,
The pieces many, far and wide.
I am more together,
But still I seek,
I look to find what once I had,
To put together
The pieces with a new name
And new light through will shine!
Will she come there?
And help with the task.
The pieces are no mosaic,
But a crust of feeling,
A light of desire.
So strong it is
It feels so much
Like a life to come.
Is it rebirth?
Created from youth
Or resurrection
Half death, other a new song
I now see it
I take it, need it, I long for ...
The glory
The news
The silence of pain.
Heals the scars, closes the wounds.
Let them not burn now,
See them stay.
The knife that once plunged
Is now dissolute
And swords to ploughshares
Mine own shall become.
Thank you!
Five years ....
To some it is life,
Others it is near death,
But to me it is a lie,
A deceit of my time there.
And to you, its creator,
When you turned my life
Upside, the down fell out
And was scattered,
The pieces many, far and wide.
I am more together,
But still I seek,
I look to find what once I had,
To put together
The pieces with a new name
And new light through will shine!
Will she come there?
And help with the task.
The pieces are no mosaic,
But a crust of feeling,
A light of desire.
So strong it is
It feels so much
Like a life to come.
Is it rebirth?
Created from youth
Or resurrection
Half death, other a new song
I now see it
I take it, need it, I long for ...
The glory
The news
The silence of pain.
Heals the scars, closes the wounds.
Let them not burn now,
See them stay.
The knife that once plunged
Is now dissolute
And swords to ploughshares
Mine own shall become.
Thank you!
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