shine out words

20 12 2012

Charming old dragons, friends with reposts.

These are the things I have come to love most.

Ethereal places and sentient things,

finding such joy as these wonders can bring.

Living in places we always forsook.

Living no larger than things that we took.

allowed us

Having these gifts is not magic or true, nothings above what has happened to you.

Living with thoughts above gossamer wings…

Only amounts to the oneness it brings.

There is nothing ventured, there is nothing gained,

nothing is censored, or otherwise pained.

To loft high above,

the ideals you are,

cannot ever happen.

You can’t fly that far.

 

So take these broken wings
And learn to fly again, learn to live so free
And when we hear the voices sing
The book of love will open up and let us in

Take these broken wings
You got to learn to fly, learn to live and love so free
When we here, the voices sing
The book of love will open up for us and let us in
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh.

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