| On this I stand
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| Two sets of footprints placed ahead of the dirt softened from tear drops
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| And overlooking the earth as the son of the moon
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| protected by a forcefield of pure thought. |
| On this I stand
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| A rally of unemployed disgrunt of words on for long journeys to somewhere
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| somewhere that only causes me pain as I strain my soul crammin into rightness
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| so I can bring some there,
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| I bleed the blood of a cold stone that rolls without a shadow
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| I’m only deep enough to realize that I’m shallow
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| My head I keep it up but its hard to keep it straight
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| when you don’t believe in love,
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| and you just cant cope with hate
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| Metal rust, leaves turn into dust,
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| as the difference between love and lust clarifies as trust
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| if you only had an hour to sum your whole life up would you spend that hour sayin that an hour ain’t enough
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| I’ve mistaken the shield that bound me a cowardess
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| now I’m faithful to the wind but compared to it I’m powerless
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| the first step was made, and it was a fair accomplishment
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| the pond was sittin still, so I threw a rock in it and as my reflection rippled it all became clear
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| the seasons always change so there’s no reason for fear
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| we made an autobiography of our pivotal years
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| its all I got and I’m giving it you because I care
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| A lot of the time humans are hard to stay susistent
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| self-projecting state of falsehood
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| were either too close to our image to stay objective in our conception,
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| or too far away to be subjective in any matter
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| this only widens our void in social conformity
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| introduced to our souls at birth and so I write.
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| I don’t write without the intention of objectivity
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| or attention in the image
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| but only as an unright directional bridge
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| between the several flowing tunes scripture
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| reality is present in countless space and time
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| see I don’t write for the future,
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| I write about the future, for the present
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| I write with my past, about the future, for the present.
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| On this I stand
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| The oasis of the limbo adjacent to my generation, facing out the window
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| waiting for some ventilation, patient while the wind blows
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| faceful in its demonstration, overall innovation.
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| On this I stand
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| A fountain of youth sovereignty, found in syllables more than a pound of flesh
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| deep breath of achievement, a dream and a wake up call
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| another haul of the quest.
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| On this I stand
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| Another loved civilization.
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| On this I stand
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| The purity of creation.
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| On this I stand
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| A paradigm for self.
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| On this I stand
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| I thank you for your help.
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| On this I stand
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| My first born child.
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| On this I stand
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| Something for now.
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| On this I stand
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| Life, love, death and hate.
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| On this I stand
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| And helmwood, glad you could relate. |
| Peace… |