Hearts hung on the line in the yard Rung out , life squeezed out Color has been scrubbed out And like a black and white movie So plays my life On Voices muted Words that never were said Yeah, they just stayed inside my head And this old record keeps spinning round and round Broken needle doesn't play the music All you hear is scratching... On and on.. Letters all misconstrued My heart wasn't for the taking You left it , broken, used So go on with your life as it was before We met But don't expect me to be there I'll have gotten over you When you figure out its over Voices muted Words that never were said Yeah, they just stayed inside my head And this old record keeps spinning round and round Broken needle doesn't play the music All you hear is scratching... On and on.. Love to you, is an unknown language You had it, ignored ,disguised, covered it up Took a beautiful painting, Doused it in white You wouldn't know love Bec...
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If love is a song And our lives are meant to sing Then I'm still learning the notes This tune is still being composed If life is a symphony Our lives the instruments Let me play my solo the best I can For our moment on stage passes in just a blink of an eye We are on a journey Followers of a divine call Confusing sometimes but if you listen close enough To the silence The voice shouting within the stillness of the twilight's fall Playing as you make your way Through this maze , life is Through the ugly and beautiful Whether you feel weak or courage has shielded you It's a path we must all take Actions speak louder than words And words more compelling than beauty This life's a journey And I will keep walking til the last sun rises over the east We are on a journey Followers of a divine call Confusing sometimes but if you listen close enough To the silence The voice shouting within the stillness of the twilight's fall If love is a s...
All The Same By: Wilbanice Ayala 9:30am We've reached the point where things become concrete, Like when the sand on the ocean and the salty tide water meet, We've come to the point where our souls bleed, crying out for someone to save them from this mediocrity And we are all just searching for the same things, don't you know? All just looking for a hand to hold... through the fierceness of this oncoming blizzard For that flickering flame that'll keep our cold hands warm But what can we do, if it's hidden, flames become weak and dull Dying on dusty cupboards, piled away and stored We've reached the point where our stories form, Like tumbleweed in a desert storm We got caught up in the old, dry brush Our faults accumulated til they become so big It's us they begin to crush, Our unmet necessities, our excessive wants We've reached the point where our stories form, they may seem over, but They have barely begun Yes, we are all sear...