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If I could waste away and live inside this dream
Then could you tell me now what's any of this mean
I live in sinful wonder of the things I've seen
And my thoughts wander to what this world should be


Lost in splendor
Echoing through sheer insanity
Building hopes on life's uncertainties
This world's contender
Fighting for the lives of everything
And plagued inside without my sanctity


So if I could just waste away
And live inside a dream
Then could you please just say
What all of this should mean
And what's the price to play
For all that I have seen
Can I stand the weight
As the world falls down on me


I'm trapped in blurs behind this shaded veil
Uncertain of the peaks I'll have to scale
I know right now I'm in the valley of lost souls
And all this torture here is starting to get old


So if I could just waste away
And live inside a dream
Then could you please just say
What all of this should mean
And what's the price to play
For all that I have seen
Can I stand the weight
As the world falls down on me


The torrent of the dying hearts
Collaged amidst an ambling cold
Do I have what it takes to spark
A fire in the lonely souls
Is all this worth the cost I'll bear
Does anybody really know
Will I offer strength to share
The thoughts all left untold


So if I could just waste away
And live inside a dream
Then could you please just say
What all of this should mean
And what's the price to play
For all that I have seen
Can I stand the weight
As the world falls down on me


Will the world appreciate
All the ones who die in vain
To help the masses all feel safe
And keep the public sane
Am I just one more fallen man
Who gives it all for higher plans
Or am I just an empty hand
Lost inside time's sands


So if I could just waste away
And live inside a dream
Then could you please just say
What all of this should mean
And what's the price to play
For all that I have seen
Can I stand the weight
As the world falls down on me


Will my last measure of devotion
Incite a riotous commotion
Or is it all a fickle notion
To hope the world will show emotion
As they carry me to finally lay me down


Could I just waste away
And live inside a dream
Oh, when I leave this place
Will they remember me

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Final thoughts of a dying soldier

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©11 October 2012 - 12:11am — RoC
14 July 2013 - 12:10am — nightlight1220
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beautiful tragedies

 
to live life within the virtue of hope,
much easier done, 
when there is no one to help you cope,
living every day 
under an umbrella of protection,
gives you no hope at all,
it just feeds a lack of introspection,
but fall into the darkness,
of being bound and blindfolded,
with a gun at your head,
not knowing if you'll survive,
hope rises from the depths 
of a soul meant to be here,
and when the trauma is healed,
you know you're meant to be alive,
like milk that is warmed,
with all the right stuff,
hope rose to the top,
and taught me hope, 
brings more than enough,
hold a grateful heart,
always conscience as your guide,
but if you face desperation,
make sure hope is at your side,
all in our lives,
happens to us for a good reason,
as long as you do your best,
your healing will find it's season.
 
 
 
 
5:57 PM 7/13/201 ©
 
.......................

...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

14 July 2013 - 12:19am — RoC
RoC's picture

That

is beautiful.
This one is about the final thoughts of a dying soldier.

"Music is a universal language and needs not be translated. With it, soul speaks to soul" - Songsterr

14 July 2013 - 12:24am — nightlight1220
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*tears well in understanding

*tears well in understanding eyes*

..............

...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "