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Posted: Feb 08, 2004 - 05:04 PM
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Some of you may of read this.
Age of innosence, deep within summer nights
Under cloudless skies, children running, bare feet
Laughing, crying, freedom compares itself to heaven
Ripped away like a pacifier from a helpless infant
We cry to show we're alive
But what if tears are all we have?
Why do we let it all slip away?
Everything taken for granted until its too late
And we cry and pine for something more
Something familiar, old and true
Something we lost long ago
We find only in memories of missing moments
And dreams of restless children
Under cloudless skies.
Here we are now, a step away from life
It's all slipping away, water downstream
Watch it flow and pass up freedom,
For the ability to be a cog
In the machine that is not real
Imagination is all thats true
In the eyes of innosence,
In the face of youth,
Where i long to be, Long gone to me.
Fruitless searches for myself on restless nights
In a cold dark lake, swimming naked and alone
Feeling life choke me up, tears join the water,
And i long to be those tears, to be that free
Not a worry in the world, carefree and beautiful
Surrounded by pain that we cant feel, disease we cant see
The greatest that you'll ever be,
Is a child, innocent and free. |
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Posted: Feb 08, 2004 - 06:47 PM
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ddevil
Joined: Nov 12, 2003
Posts: 1381
Location: NL
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| I read this already indeed, but I really love this poem, it really touches me in some way. Awesome job again Kevin. |
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need I say more?
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