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There is a place where the sidewalk ends
and before the street begins,
and there the grass grows soft and white,
and there the sun burns crimson bright,
and there the moon-bird rests from his flight
to cool in the peppermint...

It was no clean cut —
carving you out of my heart,
for you came out
with little bits of me.

But you're like a tumor,
that grows ever more
the more I cut.

But how can I keep you,
when you sting—so...

You made that night my best,
Under the shade of a leafless tree,
We stood out among the rest,
With sweet laughs of love,
Lovingly we strolled abreast,
The world we owned and ruled.
As lips tangled here and there
The shy...

Feelings 
I can't express 
My world feels oppressed 
    Feelings 
My chest is compressed 
I feel depressed 
   Feelings
Always supressed
Have to impress 
     Feelings
No one by my side
Hide them inside
     Feelings
To always curl up
Can't...
        

And when I’m high
Like the sky
I can’t help but ponder
Is it luck
Or is this it

And when I sink
To the very depths below
Still, I ponder
Is it a phase
Or is this it?

Transmute; she said
Is when one thing becomes another,
A stranger to a friend
Or a man to a father
Evening to night and so on;
Hence, I understood,
That nature moves in gradual steps
And one thing becomes the...

There are strangers out there
Strangers who know –
The rhythms of our hearts.
Strangers who –
We shared more than just time.
And for those we are with now.
We keep them occupied
With tales of those strangers
Who...

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little...

One ship drives east and another drives west
With the selfsame winds that blow.
'Tis the set of the sails,
And Not the gales,
That tell us the way to go.

Like the winds of the sea are the ways of fate;
As we voyage along...

He wanders slowly,
hands in his pockets,
eyes tracing the faces
frozen in time,
their stories reaching out
from the quiet walls.

The floor creaks softly beneath him,
but the air feels heavy
weighted with...

We are not just survivors,
patched up with scars and silent battles.
We are architects,
laying bricks of hope on the ruins of yesterday.

We are not just wanderers,
drifting where the wind may take us.
We are...

I guess you think you know this story.
You don't. The real one's much more gory.
The phoney one, the one you know,
Was cooked up years and years ago,
And made to sound all soft and sappy
just to keep the children...