So if I treat you pleasantly, it's just that you deserve it.
So if I debate with you about something, there's something in you I see worth fighting.
So if I ask you to join me in a journey through life, there's something in you worth finding.
So if I leave you behind, it's for the best.
So if I change your world, I hope it'll last.
Because in the end who you are is just who you choose to be.
And I hope I've made a dent before I leave.
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Who Are You?
Are you someone who can move?
Or are you afraid to dance?
Someone that can die?
Or are you afraid to live?
Someone that is around?
Or just someone who has never been?
Someone that can sing?
Or has the cat got your tongue?
Someone that can feel?
Or are you all alone?
Do I need to reinstate?
Or are you already gone?
Or are you afraid to dance?
Someone that can die?
Or are you afraid to live?
Someone that is around?
Or just someone who has never been?
Someone that can sing?
Or has the cat got your tongue?
Someone that can feel?
Or are you all alone?
Do I need to reinstate?
Or are you already gone?
rawrsophone
We crossed the Sea of Galilee
Head east to God knows where.
We took a train ride up to London
To pet the crazy animals in the zoo.
Well we ended up getting lost
Because that's all we seem to
Know how to do.
All the time lost spent lost together
Was more than I could've ever asked for.
The sun and moon fought for you
as all worthy things will ever do.
You're the stars that filled that
dark blue sky.
And you're the smile in their poor dirt faces
that make you want to cry.
Head east to God knows where.
We took a train ride up to London
To pet the crazy animals in the zoo.
Well we ended up getting lost
Because that's all we seem to
Know how to do.
All the time lost spent lost together
Was more than I could've ever asked for.
The sun and moon fought for you
as all worthy things will ever do.
You're the stars that filled that
dark blue sky.
And you're the smile in their poor dirt faces
that make you want to cry.
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