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| Wondering at Angel Tears by © chibilunacat If I could hold your angel tears And set them out to dry Would you then begin to regret That we were born to die? We were birthed into a struggle, The struggle to survive, And we are constantly searching for ways To make us feel alive. If I could but hold your hand, And simply let you know- That though things seem meant to be, It's more than an acted show. Wisdom doesn't come from nothing- And flaunt it's strength at you, Ignorance doesn't come from everything- To change the red to blue. Listen to the winding echo, Deep inside your mind- And we shall dry our angel tears For another day to find. Music can be comforting- Playing to the tune, Silence can yet be inviting, When noise is all to soon. Crying out for redirection- Along a winding road, You've turned and turned, standing still, Wishing to drop your load. Battling for an answered prayer- While waiting for a sign, Recieving none you worked not for, And in your heart confine. I was wondering, wondering so Why you choose to be alone, And though you think you have and answer, Doesn't solitued begin to drone? Helping me to understand, I acknowledge that you do, But tell me angel of many tears- Are you only crying for you? I'm inviting you to find The answers that you seek, But you must be willing to see them, Do not be afraid to peek. Traveling onward to the soul, You wonder what it's worth, You're pondering a resolution To your own dear birth. Why would one need an answer To a question continually you ask, Can you only talk, not listen- You must complete your task. You are singing, always singing, But don't believe you should, And you are looking in a mirror, Wondering if you're any good. What does it matter to sing off key, If no one is there to hear? Why is it always the laughing voices, That you choose to fear? You are wondering, always wondering How this all could be, Maybe you have lived before, A place that you had me. In this design we're living in, You can miss a stitch, And you can fall asleep one day- And wake up in a ditch. What does it matter to you now, Whatever life is for? The point is angel, dry your eyes- And begin your own, explore. Do not fear me, don't fear them, Meaningless to never trust, And though you find you're ever questioning, Shake off all that dust. You are hiding, ever hiding Within a haunted mind- And it's time you found out That some people can be kind. If you can overcome your fear, Imagine living without hate- Then we could dry our angel tears, And change your lonely fate. Terra Mae 1/23/2002 |
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