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the light is coming back, inside of me
ha, not that it left! or ever could
nor could it shine any less bright in every being
every bird, every pebble,
just as our gorgeous oregon clouds cover the SUN
but the SUN does not stop burning
the LIGHT inside of every one of us does NOT stop shining
(this LIGHT that i have, the world didn't give it to me,
no the world didn't give it and the WORLD CAN'T TAKE IT AWAY)
and so i feel like the lone watchman on top of the lighthouse...
we each have our dharma
i feel like i am here to recycle all things past done
breathe in all pain and breathe out all healing
and dwell on the island of HERE
where all ends merge into one and grow back from themselves
and 'good' and 'bad' are two sides of the same fucking coin
and then...
well there's a part of me that could almost be content to live in the dream
ah its such a beautiful dream...fame and glory and sensations and endless possibilities of imagination and power stories, always grabbing, grabbing
but taking comfort in something so completely imaginary keeps you from the truth
from the god awful pain that is here to transform YOU from imaginary to very very real
and of course you realize you were there all along
well, HERE, i mean
um.ha. yeah.
coming,
cumming,
coming down
never have felt so close to the ground
but to hear your bruised lips
make just one more sound
i would drown, i would drown, i would drown
lay you down, lay you down, lay you down
ha, not that it left! or ever could
nor could it shine any less bright in every being
every bird, every pebble,
just as our gorgeous oregon clouds cover the SUN
but the SUN does not stop burning
the LIGHT inside of every one of us does NOT stop shining
(this LIGHT that i have, the world didn't give it to me,
no the world didn't give it and the WORLD CAN'T TAKE IT AWAY)
and so i feel like the lone watchman on top of the lighthouse...
we each have our dharma
i feel like i am here to recycle all things past done
breathe in all pain and breathe out all healing
and dwell on the island of HERE
where all ends merge into one and grow back from themselves
and 'good' and 'bad' are two sides of the same fucking coin
and then...
well there's a part of me that could almost be content to live in the dream
ah its such a beautiful dream...fame and glory and sensations and endless possibilities of imagination and power stories, always grabbing, grabbing
but taking comfort in something so completely imaginary keeps you from the truth
from the god awful pain that is here to transform YOU from imaginary to very very real
and of course you realize you were there all along
well, HERE, i mean
um.ha. yeah.
coming,
cumming,
coming down
never have felt so close to the ground
but to hear your bruised lips
make just one more sound
i would drown, i would drown, i would drown
lay you down, lay you down, lay you down