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Dance With the SeasonsTake my hand and dance with me in the rain
Let the water flow and wash away all of the pain
Let the wind howl and blow away your fears
Let the lightning strike and evaporate your tears
Take my hand and dance in the snow
Feel the cold in your feet and just let go
Feel the chill fill your lungs and breathe out your sorrow
Stay out here with me until daybeak of tomorrow
Take my hand and dance in the sun
Feel the heat on your face and let your pity be done
Feel the rays on your skin and let happiness shine brighter
Let the warmth carry your soul higher
Take my hand and dance in the leaves
Let the colors steal heartbreak away like little theives
Feel the leaves fall around us to the ground
And hold me close without a sound
AutopsyThe table is cold, she cannot move
The metal beneath her is icy and smooth
Her eyes are glued shut, she cannot see
She is being prepared for her autopsy
The coroner stands above with a saw in hand
The blade comes to life at his simple command
He digs into her chest, and cuts her up
He doesn't break a sweat, not a hiccup
He pulls out her heart, and examines it so
It is course and rough and has caught an arrow
It's so full of stitches and healing wounds
No wonder she's dead, there was no room for it's health to improve
The coroner puts the heart in a jar of clear liquid
The smell is pungent, strong, and acrid
A moment later, he pulls it back out,
And places it in the girl, and restores her with doubt.
RainOne day again the rain shall fall, and wash away the trouble.
The creeks and rivers will come back to life and once again begin to bubble.
The leaves and trees will go back to green, and birds will sing their songs
Gardens will begin to grow again and bugs will go where they belong.
One day again the rain shall fall, and paint the sky with gray
The dust will settle down for once, and be still for a day
The ants will build their nests up high to keep from flooding out
They are prepared to face the end of this terrible drought.
One day again the rain shall fall, and I shall stand out with it
The hair on my head soaking wet, as I close my eyes and embrace it
The water drips off my arms and fingers as I let I pour over me
The cool feeling and sound of pattering drops brings me pure sweet serenity.
No TearsI do not cry, I hold it in
That's the way it has always been
Tears are not allowed to escape from my eyes
Instead I put on a smiling disguise.
I do not cry, I do not allow it
But sometimes it's hard, I do admit...
My eyes stay dry until the time is right
When your back is turned, and I am alone at night.
I do not cry, it shows my weakness
Not a single drop, for anyone, nor avis.
You're not allowed to see me when I am upset
Don't ask me to show you, no abet.
I do not cry, I am too full of pride
You will only see a single side.
Just for you I will put on a smile
And I will let you think what you want, all the while
HomeThis is too much, I hate this place
It's always a time crunch, always a race.
I'm surrounded by strangers, people I don't know
I just want to fall asleep, and wake up at home.
I miss my own bed, and my messy room
I miss fighting with my sisters, and being promised doom.
I miss good coffee in the morning, and my mothers hugs
I miss stopping my dog from chewing on the rugs.
This really sucks, I want to go home.
In my little garden, just like a gnome.
I miss my friends and everyone left behind
But I must stay, and at night, my teeth continue to grind.
Blue Eyes in FlamesWhen the prince sees the flower bloom from the palm of her hand, he orders her arrest.
She is only seven years old.
He takes the flower from her and keeps it, even though he knows he shouldn't. He puts it a vase, or, rather, his servant does that for him. The flower doesn't ever die, even years later.
It's dawn of a December morning, and he's cold. But still, he stands next to his father dutifully and looks at the little girl with blue eyes that are now black from seven nights sleeping on a cold, dungeon floor behind bars. They cut off her dark brown hair during that time. She's tied to the pyre, and there are seven guards around her, holding sharper swords than normal, not that she could get away. There's one man dressed in black holding an unlit torch, with a mask over his face to prevent his death. His father raises his arm, and the torch is lit.
She locks her gaze to his, and he blinks at her. It's like she expects him to prevent it. He couldn't, though, he can't. She scares him, w
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