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...but this is more
Entry for Poem —> Song competition
v1
Red raw we are born,
into bright lights we are blown.
Of all the things I have seen
you are the brightest I have known
And in the heavy rain
I will come back to you again
Dreams of yesterday
will burn tomorrow
C.
Secure in all that is pure on your wings.
This freedom breaks me ‘fore I even sing, that
there is nothing
but this is more
v2
Stopped and to breathe,
these fleeting memories.
Charged to who can,
claim this name and land
as hollow, so now we can see
of what our lives ought to be.
Secure with all that is pure in your soul
Don’t let them take how cool you are.
v1
Red raw we are born,
into bright lights we are blown.
Of all the things I have seen
you are the brightest I have known
And in the heavy rain
I will come back to you again
Dreams of yesterday
will burn tomorrow
C.
Secure in all that is pure on your wings.
This freedom breaks me ‘fore I even sing, that
there is nothing
but this is more
v2
Stopped and to breathe,
these fleeting memories.
Charged to who can,
claim this name and land
as hollow, so now we can see
of what our lives ought to be.
Secure with all that is pure in your soul
Don’t let them take how cool you are.
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