Words To GrowingSunlightOnAnEmptyBranch
ThePointOfNoReturn - Keeps Coming Back the Point of no Return - If pain were pleasant Might think more About the way WE approach Life Would be a blast - Going through the rituals of life Would seem to be the Innescapable Jaws of something We never really understood until Too late Becomes Now - Sometimes the mind Believing itself to be in Heaven will only talk to Angels - No jewels from my mouth Can ever show you Why it took nine months to say Hello - How very clever We have become Painting the mirror to look like us - The shorter the better Overlooks the Longer it takes To find out why the clock stops ticking the moment you come into the room
WhenManLeavesHisMark - When man leaves his mark Doesn"t stay long Into the mind of matter cleans house just to be sure - Fashion shows itself the Luxury of the moment Applauds without mercy the Audience Most needed to Believe - Beyond the usual Flattery of life Comes the feeling that Words can't put into place A Mile high Statue of Timeless Grace - Rising from the Earth goes a long ways to the halls of Fame and Fortune Will reclaim its Prize soon enough - Catching our attention sells the trinkets of Disbelief At how simple Vanishes our Mind - Avoidance Seems to Deny its own existence Into Roses goes the smell Backwards - Always eager for another handout Popularity might be Suspicious of its Origins - Random Raises Doubts about Sanities Quest for another Fix
IfThereWereAnyOtherWay - Nature needs no Audience Is Itself hands full of doing the Unthinkable - A Heroes Welcome greets the day just to try Again pins the Earth to test that new theory of Evolution Doesn't mind waiting - Without Man's help Slams the Universe into itself A littly sense of Bravado Thank You - Who knows where traps the mind into Believing it would be better to have never been Born lies down and Dies a little bit of Luck - If Chaos could only see you now Murmers a little thought about Eternal Order Would like to get you out of Sight - If there were any other way Which way would you Go to take Home With you - Giving advice Nature Confides in us All the time you want Takes to grow Sunlight on an Empty Branch
NeverHadAChance - Sparkles Everywhere Of Thee I Sing the sign reads By itself Along the side of the road - A Blip on the screen Doesn't come close to describing One life sinks into another caught Dancing the Picture Never Changes - Raise your glass to the Toast of a Lifetime Lingers on the Hangover from the last one - Bounding across the Centuries Comes the words of wisdom Caught off guard Your face lights up The good book Never had a chance - The Anatomy of a Time Bomb should teach us Enough about our lives to slide right through The explosion Hasn't come yet - The Possibilities end When it becomes clear the nothing stands in the way of your Grave - If you Overlook one thing Don't make it the last
LoveBetraysUsSome - Without a second thought Whittles Life Away reveals the object of your Desire - To the point We would like to believe our lives would come to some Conclusion Bows out the Stage Right into some arms Waiting - Comes fast enough To wonder at How things Grow From the inside Creeps a Gentle Hint - Love Betrays us some into Believing there Might be more than meets the Eye - Hands of the Heart touch Everything in sight Comes Running - Sometimes a chuckle or two is the Infinite Reminder of who's Who - If some moments Soar up out of sight Would want to take Home a little scrap for Remembrance
PlentyLeftUnsaid - Plenty left unsaid Goes courting a new Disaster Just looking for You - Often tries the page to find Words to Express Its sorrow at Needing some Ink to Beautify Itself - I know it doesn't seem like much but Believe me Too much is likely Not enough to fill your eyes Pop Off Looking for some more Doesn't Get It - So Be It Recons a voice Scarred with not wanting to say anything - Its not as if we lack for Anything goes Along thinking the usual signs of Decay Crumbles under our feet Just keep walking In the air Breaths a little Peace and Quiet - The human voice Despairs of ever finding out just Who it is that Never coughs up a little More than he started with - The Picture Wraps Around Me Left standing Wondering Where the Frame Went
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