Tuesday, November 09, 2004
Your Life... Your Choice
You see me, yes, but can you see you?
Stop looking for someone, to yourself be true
If you allow, I'll tell you what I see
You've spoken, now the pendulum's on me
Before me, a shell, bitter and cold
Gone is the knowledge you could hold
You let it go, as dust to the wind
From your painful ways, you do not bend
Hurt not only others, but yourself as well
Why put yourself through this foolish Hell?
You hold onto people who, for you, care not
And allow relations with those who care rot
Stop killing yourself, every cut and stab I feel
I'm not alone, others wish for you to heal
People you'd never guess, never get to know
You need to find something to make you whole
Be it a loved person, place, or thing
We want you to play, dance, and sing
You have the ability, They gave you a voice
Don't run. Fight. But it's your life... your choice
I do understand... and deep down, so do you. Running never solved anything. Fighting... working for what was wanted and believed in... that did.
You see me, yes, but can you see you?
Stop looking for someone, to yourself be true
If you allow, I'll tell you what I see
You've spoken, now the pendulum's on me
Before me, a shell, bitter and cold
Gone is the knowledge you could hold
You let it go, as dust to the wind
From your painful ways, you do not bend
Hurt not only others, but yourself as well
Why put yourself through this foolish Hell?
You hold onto people who, for you, care not
And allow relations with those who care rot
Stop killing yourself, every cut and stab I feel
I'm not alone, others wish for you to heal
People you'd never guess, never get to know
You need to find something to make you whole
Be it a loved person, place, or thing
We want you to play, dance, and sing
You have the ability, They gave you a voice
Don't run. Fight. But it's your life... your choice
I do understand... and deep down, so do you. Running never solved anything. Fighting... working for what was wanted and believed in... that did.
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