We are born, we live, we die. how many people remember us after we are dead?
When tears never fall, and birds never fly,
Winter never ends, and children never cry
When the sun never shines, and the moon never glows
When darkness is too bright, and the river never flows
When the nights are not dark, and the days are not light
When forever does finally end, and the eyes have no sight
When confusion is so clear, and voices can't be heard
The sunset never fades, and no one says a word
When ears cannot hear, and the grass never grows
When silence is too loud, and the genius never knows
When strength doesn't strengthen, and flowers never bloom
When hearts can't be broken, and eternity is too soon
When the wind never blows, and the rain is never wet
When thunder can't be heard, and the sun refuses to set
When a dreamer cannot dream, and the obvious can't be found
When the ocean is not deep, and the earth is not round
When angels don't protect, and a fact is not true
When life can't be lived, and the sky is not blue
When the truth is a lie, and the fake becomes so real
The clock shows no time, and wounds never heal
When enjoyment isn't fun, and bells cannot ring
When a race cannot be won, and a singer cannot sing
When pain does not hurt, and enemies never fight
When rainbows have no colour and something wrong seems so right
Is this the day when I am dead
I am no longer in your heart or head
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| Or are we confined by those that others build, because we have a need to be accepted |
Unopened letters, never unfold
Presents gathered in the dust
No names, imaginary friends I entrust
The television soundless, no one hears
My silent, nor senses my fears
Mice scamper, between the sheets
Of bed unmade as no one sleeps
Is my name mentioned in conversation
Or simpley dismissed in dissipation
Maybe one day, they will remember
A life once lived, till late September
Till letters piled high behind the door
See my life laid out on the floor
As questions asked, who is she
Never knowing, name of me
Dream of a life, what life is that
Doesn't matter now, its just an empty flat!
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