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| Natasha Turner |
IF I HAD YOU If I had you, I would still be cuddling in my cozy cot. If I had you, The flames of fire would have never felt so hot. If I had you, I would have never blossomed amongst nettle. If I had you, The streets of life would have never turned into a battle. If I had you, I would have never collected ashes. If I had you, I would have avoided all types of bashes. If I had you, A brother to hold on to. I FLY HIGH I fly high, Roam on vast oceans, Following my wave of devotion, With the sounds of the native American people, Singing in my soul. The spirit of the eagle Turns into a blue rose, And I rest where the waterfall lies it’s bed, drift away slowly where the beginning has no end. Away from faces without a soul Feeling one with grace HOW IRONIC Any artist needs pain to evolve, How ironic! Why is then not everyone an artist When life is full of pain! I emit my pain into writing, And dance the sourness away. Transfer your pain into creativity Let the seeds grow day by day. AND WHEN THE MUSIC STOPS And when the music stops Our hearts shall keep on singing. With the wind our backing vocal Never shall we surrender. We will form the beat And mystically sway away. Flames of love shall embrace us And smoothen all life’s pain. Play, my love, with the rhythm Like an innocent child again No notes out of tune No more turning away. Hold on to this ticklish breeze Let the icicles melt away Free yourself from all insecurities, Move as if nothing is in your way. Our souls shall strive for higher goals, Our spirits will enlighten in full glow. Glide with me Follow my steps This is our moment This is our dance. Don’t look back. Don’t loose this chance, Just move on Let endurance take it’s place. |
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