dreambird

there was a time i loved someone
there was a time i did, indeed,
there was a soul and a heart
enough to just create an art
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there was a time i felt in pain
there was a time i still inhale
there was a soul and a heart
and pain enough to make it right
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there was a time i felt in cold
there was a time i felt so old
there was a wind and a snow
and cold that wouldn't let it go
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there was a time i felt in love
it all was dead before the start,
but i believed, and that belief
made all too complicate to live
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there was a time that i regret
there was a time that i still hate
there are the parts i cherish most
and ones i still can't get rid of
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there was a time when i was young
there was a time i felt myself so high
there was a time i thought i fly
so high above, and then i hit the ground.
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dying bird, in blood and pain,
living its life again and again
until the heart lets soul go
there was a time, but it's all gone
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there's just a bird that dies too long
with memories to make it worse
and so it goes, and so it is,
a second before the return to the Source.
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there will be time,
and there will be air,
there will be love
without despair
the kind love
in eternal light
the kind love
people forgot about.
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and as i realize
it was just a dream
i still can't handle
the shakes
i loved as the bird,
i died with the bird,
but i'm alive, i'm here
in the world where people
prefer solid ground to sky
in the world of the people
too afraid to fly
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so close, and so easy,
and everyday just the same :
living on ground - or deeper,
dreaming of sky anyway.