It started out as a feeling
Which then grew into a hope
Which then turned into a quiet thought
Which then turned into a quiet word
And then that word grew louder and louder
'Til it was a battle cry
I'll come back when you call me
No need to say goodbye
Just because everything's changing
Doesn't mean it's never been this way before
All you can do is try to know who your friends are
As you head off to the war
Pick a star on the dark horizon and follow the light
You'll come back when it's over
No need to say goodbye
You'll come back when it's over
No need to say goodbye
Now we're back to the beginning
It's just a feeling and no one knows yet
But just because they can't feel it too
Doesn't mean that you have to forget
Let your memories grow stronger and stronger
'Til they're before your eyes
You'll come back when they call you
No need to say goodbye
You'll come back when they call you
No need to say goodbye
Mnpl Co
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Wait, Magic
We don't wait.
no.. we breath, we pulse, we regenerate. Our heart beats, our mind create. Our soul ingest. and this words brings comfort.
When King Lear dies in Act 5. Do you know what shakespeare has written? He's written "He Dies" No fanfare, no metaphor, no brilliant final words. The culmination of the most influential work of comedic literature is "he dies".
The simple words "he dies", perhaps an end to a relationship, maybe the time has come for us to leave what we treasure, which simply marks an end to something.
I know it is only natural to feel sad, but not because of those words "he dies". But because of the life we saw prior to the words. What I'm trying to imply is that you turn the page, continue reading and let the next story begin.
But the story is meeting its final chapters, but thats ok~ our story that we love must eventually comes to an end, and when they do. It's only an opportunity for another story to begin. So the beginning of the end begins with a new chapter.
When you were younger, everyone thought that you were something of a genius perhaps a musical genius and you believed them. But now, as you became a grown up you wasn't so sure. Why grown ups didn't believed what they were told when they were a kid, I mean aren't we suppose to be smarter? What you needed, what WE needed was an opportunity to prove ourrself that we are something more than we believed.
no.. we breath, we pulse, we regenerate. Our heart beats, our mind create. Our soul ingest. and this words brings comfort.
When King Lear dies in Act 5. Do you know what shakespeare has written? He's written "He Dies" No fanfare, no metaphor, no brilliant final words. The culmination of the most influential work of comedic literature is "he dies".
The simple words "he dies", perhaps an end to a relationship, maybe the time has come for us to leave what we treasure, which simply marks an end to something.
I know it is only natural to feel sad, but not because of those words "he dies". But because of the life we saw prior to the words. What I'm trying to imply is that you turn the page, continue reading and let the next story begin.
But the story is meeting its final chapters, but thats ok~ our story that we love must eventually comes to an end, and when they do. It's only an opportunity for another story to begin. So the beginning of the end begins with a new chapter.
When you were younger, everyone thought that you were something of a genius perhaps a musical genius and you believed them. But now, as you became a grown up you wasn't so sure. Why grown ups didn't believed what they were told when they were a kid, I mean aren't we suppose to be smarter? What you needed, what WE needed was an opportunity to prove ourrself that we are something more than we believed.
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