Remember back in the day when time was longer, when days were better or happier? We were children back then in paradise. I live again and again each day dreaming of a world we can all call awakening tones too. The time is now isn't it, that we grow, that we develop from creatures of the wild to heroes of tomorrow? Tell me if I'm running wrong, are we all cast out of the image, because of our beauty?
Move your throne across the shore to the deeper edge of the ridge and to the closer portion of where inhabitants create bonds with the solidarity of man.
Remember, I'll tell you we're whispering with thieves, drinking wine with the deceased. Commenting on whether or not should we grieve. Marks upon the skin of man, we are all changing through time wishing well to those that hear the words filtering out through our nostrils in rag!
Be Hero!
Turning tables over for the last pieces of dignity we decided to give up; sticking them underneath the regretful past of permission. The passion dwindling and again we're dead by the sea wondering when the next tidal wave will take us away, from disaster.
Be Independent.
You were all vulnerable under his control under the mold in his skin! You wanted it to be more than ever more.
What was it again you needed from him? Compassion, love, a life worth living?
Be Inspiring.
Live the way you have always wanted too. You are the only one that can say yes! :)
-S.M.
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