"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I - I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference."
"That which we call a rose by any other word would smell as sweet..."
I am a restless dreamer. I watch the world with the eyes of the innocent. I am a poet. I am a lover. I play life's game but I make my own rules. And in the end, it's love that makes us who we are.
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The Real Me
Out from the shadows she's calling
She looks like me, she could be me
One night I dreamed of a fox in man's skin
I fell in love with a fox in man's skin
I hear her calling, out from the shadows
She has the voice of a child
She's inside my hands, under my skin
Inside my mind she's calling my name.
She's a little bit of innocence
A little bit of darkness
A little bit of light on the gray.
He told me to find my shadow, my girl
Told me to throw some light in the dark
To find my light in the gray.
He found and saved my shadow girl
Taught me to throw a patch of light
Into the darkness, into the gray.
I'm holding her light in my hands
He's loving me with her out from the shadows
And there's a little bit of light on the gray.
As each day grows dark.
These feathers ache.
To scrape the sky.
To make my mark.
As time is sewn.
I long to try.
To stay behind.
Not break apart.
To have these senses overrun.
I must have stumbled on the way.
In my aversion for the sun,
I've come to shiver in the spray.
As each day grows dark.
These feathers ache.
To scrape the sky.
To make my mark.
Not break apart.
To find myself within this light...
Of every morning's present chill.
Somehow I must have lost my sight.
And come a subject of free will.
As each day grows dark.
These feathers ache.
To scrape the sky.
To make my mark.
Not break apart.
Where do you find peace?
Where do you hold your fears?
Where do you hide the beast
As your end draws near?
Where do you find love?
In books and priests?
In gods above? Or in your
Fear that it will cease?
To take your spit upon my face.
I'll have to close my eyes and wait.
Til' you have disappeared and there
Is no trace. I trust in "time will tell" all fate.
As each day grows dark.
These feathers ache.
To scrape the sky.
To make my mark.
Not break apart.
Lord Of The Rings soundtrack, "Into The West"
Lay down
Your sweet and weary head
The night is falling
You have come to journey's end
Sleep now
And dream of the ones who came before
They are calling
From across the distant shore
Why do you weep?
What are these tears upon your face?
Soon you will see
All of your fears will pass away
Safe in my arms
You're only sleeping
What can you see
On the horizon?
Why do the white gulls call?
Across the sea
A pale moon rises
The ships have come to carry you home
And all will turn
To silver glass
A light on the water
All Souls pass
Hope fades
Into the world of night
Through shadows falling
Out of memory and time
Don't say
We have come now to the end
White shores are calling
You and I will meet again
And you'll be here in my arms
Just sleeping
What can you see
On the horizon?
Why do the white gulls call?
Across the sea
A pale moon rises
The ships have come to carry you home
And all will turn
To silver glass
A light on the water
Grey ships pass
Into the West