We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
Miracles are like summer rabbits
Jumping out of spring
Touching the swirling skies
I say the rain comes
Take these muddy boots
Here I stand waiting
The dealing of things
Gratitude breaking sunshine
Loaves of breads in preparation
Go then little dove one
Stars can fly past IMAGINING
Way you go
Way you go
We will have no tears now
Jumping out of spring
Touching the swirling skies
I say the rain comes
Take these muddy boots
Here I stand waiting
The dealing of things
Gratitude breaking sunshine
Loaves of breads in preparation
Go then little dove one
Stars can fly past IMAGINING
Way you go
Way you go
We will have no tears now
Was Shakespeare laughing
Still in his grave
Making dreams for those
Who have none
And standing loudly
He told insulting paradoxes
Cracking his will of jest
Till we loved eternally
In a moon lit comedy
His intentions for applause
Came suddenly
Roses rained at the parade
Till our tears were worthwhile
And then
I had to smile.
Still in his grave
Making dreams for those
Who have none
And standing loudly
He told insulting paradoxes
Cracking his will of jest
Till we loved eternally
In a moon lit comedy
His intentions for applause
Came suddenly
Roses rained at the parade
Till our tears were worthwhile
And then
I had to smile.
Enter was the last word I heard
It was something I was feeling
As if you could hold water
As if you could hold me
I Sat in my study
Trying to remember
Only something funny came
As if getting pied in the face
Leaving is always like coming
You can't recall it perfectly
Those simple times
I could not evoke.
It was something I was feeling
As if you could hold water
As if you could hold me
I Sat in my study
Trying to remember
Only something funny came
As if getting pied in the face
Leaving is always like coming
You can't recall it perfectly
Those simple times
I could not evoke.
Stars are not miles apart
Ideas can happen fully
Glass breaking through the ceiling
Holding you in the palm of my hand
Photos of better days
Mold and mildew have their place
To smoke smoke out a rat
And eat empty calories
In my helium balloon running
Breaking the cello in two
Finding a mission of love
Cravings go beyond the kitchen
Ideas can happen fully
Glass breaking through the ceiling
Holding you in the palm of my hand
Photos of better days
Mold and mildew have their place
To smoke smoke out a rat
And eat empty calories
In my helium balloon running
Breaking the cello in two
Finding a mission of love
Cravings go beyond the kitchen
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