Self as cold as the days before the falling of the Lucifer and borning of the son. Drift you in the books see what the words will find. Count the stars up in the heavens. See the message written there. Be a wise discerning creature. Take the blood and inherit all the truth you can bare. Pleasure of the body, poison of the mind, Hells is waiting, was it past is it time. Rocks float freely in the house of patience wait. All writers came before all wisdom comes a bit too late. Creede of thinking is limited by words that fell before. Which is man, which thinking, what truth is he waiting for.
World comes to me as I walk the line Between living and dying it is just a matter of time
Take the wonder and let out to sea In the world of living I will be
Nothing quite as pretty as a word left unsaid Nothing quite as lonely as cloud that is dead
I am in the morning looking for a place She is in the evening in satin and lace
Wind comes as breezes in my mind Truth is freer than the last of time
We take the blanket and cover up our sins Quiet is the lonely come in
Up at the reason for all that I do She is perfection in your eyes true
Drifters on a long trip to be I will find the love that used to be me
Water cools my breath in the night Bridges of travel give me new life
I am just the eagle waiting to scream We are the emotion left in our dreams
Come and hold me before I must move on Come and be me for at least one more sun
All of my letters they burn one by one All of the ashes gone sad are now done
Up in the mountains done by the sea Love lives for you and still looks for me
We take the travel from future to past Dreams live forever and forever they last
Jason Donovan has a secret.
The Clere's Restaurant's drama has been unfolding in front of his eyes. If he can see it, so can the restaurant's other guests. But there's something the servers aren't telling him, and he will get to the bottom o
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Trancending (if this word exist for real} the mind!!
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