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| I Dreamed A Dream In Vietnam |
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| Oh ---- what secrets have been weaved from the monastery within my mind. I see great things of colors ---- for everyone. Soft against the sky. Hallways of eternities have broken nights. To advance to the very gates of hell. I have been to the prison door too many times. Miracle and mystery of truth where will I find you. How great is the heart ---- when it gives all that it possesses in a riot of emotions. When the beast rages ---- between a blizzard of tears and the rhythm of my soul screaming. When one crushes love to ride the pain of ecstasy/ The bloodstain from my hands ---- cannot be washed away. My eyes are bleeding/ Kneeling ---- my tears fall naked beneath my essence. In my mind are the legions ---- I have seen left behind. Let this season in hell disappear ---- if only for a moment in time. '' This moment in time. '' Let me forget the fire-storm of nightmares. Touch my hand ---- from another time and place I forgot. Dance with me. Hug me in the silence of your reverence. © Rick Ryckman, 2003 |
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