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Why I came
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Why I came |
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N|D|N|C|Lost-Poet Member
since 2009-07-30
Posts 360New Orleans |
So I stand on my rock I stand tall and still You see my fortress wall You see the castle I call home You see me standing, high up on the stone Then maybe you'll see, Then maybe you'll hear, My voice ring out, Even if its not clear, I came to be, the voice in the crowd, So loud and pure, That it quiets a giant, It quiets a beast, You'll hear me whisper, Like a flicker in the darkness, I'll be the light, To guide you home, I might just be, the roaring flame, Or the failed man, just lost in his shame, If that is to happen, If that is my fate, I'll shed my fair share of tears, I'll cry myself to sleep, I'll cry, and I'll cry, Enough to make a river, Then I'll name it after you, I'll build a bridge, I'll march across, Shouting high on my lungs, "This is why I've come, to give you a sight, that would blind more then some. Unforgettable, unacknowledged, yeah that's me. Maybe you'll not hear me, but at least.... You'll see." "We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars." Oscar Wilde |
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martiniat8 Senior Member
since 2003-06-21
Posts 897Prague, Bohemia, Czech Republic |
That it quiets a giant, It quiets a beast, LOVE that! and your ending quote and I was afraid there was going to be nothing good to read tonight. Thanks for not disappointing me.  |
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Mysteria 
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
All that was missing was the crashing waves and I saw every single thing you wrote.  |
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