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Thursday, 26 November 2009

Dust

But still
I am searching
For that thing beyond all
My heart did fall, but until
My hope fails to sing
To answer your call
I shall sit on the window sill

Looking out
Into the world
At all the tiny specks
Of what there is, and shout
That everything is important
It matters not how I reflect
Or what people see it to be
About

For to me
You will always be
The truth
In a lifetime where
I could never think
So happily
That anyone could affect
My small existence, there
Now must be,
Some honesty

With you I am
No longer cold
With you I am
No longer dust,
but Gold

Every little thing
Has it's own beauty to sing
Through the skies
Through the night
They can make ashes into flame
The broken hearts can love again
And even when the thought long dies
There need not be sacrifice
For I will be here, always.
To guide them
Through the dark
And through
The pain.







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