Saturday, April 23, 2011

The Power

Brace yourself for the crash
It is the 100 metre dash
From the fence to the wall
Now you have learned to crawl
You will learn to walk, then run
The Moon shines upon you
Not the Sun
I took a class in subterfuge
They taught me how to hide
Inside, a crowd of hungry people
When you are old enough to hurt
You are old enough to cry
Don't think the time is yours
To decide
One wish granted, will be yours
Don't waste it on relieving the pain
Or re-living the same, old moments
They are gone, like an old soul
Or a broken heart
That misses you still
Lost in times and rhythms and signs
Of life in the balancing act
Remember the one who they attacked
Is now the one with the power

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