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Scrambled Eggs
There we sit, on the green grase
Eating Scrambled Eggs, Purple in Color
If I could fall, and never land
I would gladly be done, with all
You could be my everyone, my Queen
Something familiar, perhaps unclear
Rumbling, Romeo in black jeans
My face remains hidden, dirty pained
Outstretched, hands are all I have
Your voice in my head, what have I done
Crisp waves upon the shore, crashing
Thoughts of days gone by, conversations
Staring at the wall, beacuse it understands
At this moment, I am happy, wish you were here
Things are not always what they appear, really
Reality slips away, slowly, wontedly
Careful, destruction by fire
Waking dead, he bites with ice, malice
Blood pounding in his ears, silence
Is prayed for, is preyed for, peace
Never comes when you need it most
Nothing else matters, but love, do I have it
Have I found it, can I crave it, do I deserve it
Should I ask these questions, of myself
Seeding the green grass, with tears of blood
There is no shame in solitude, no pain
In the silence one craves to think
THe Sparrow calls, always the sparrow
Never the Raven, he hides his head
In the shadows, the darkness he deserves
Wicked is he for what he has done
Lost is he, for he is blind and the loss is upon him
The Sparrow she is quiet, yet she bears all
She is timid, she is shy, she speaks
As does he, in his riddles, in his rhymes
The berries are eaten on the gray branches
Of the highest Birch branches, of the highest Birch trees
Idlenss isn't important, if all you are is idle
The stirring within, should be listened to
Hearing isnt always the answer, the eyes
Tell all mys ecrest, they hold
All the answers, and all the keys
The block all the doorways, and all the feelings
Someone must unlock them, not me
The mouth can tell a thousand lies
The heart can tell none, but it can be buried
It can be denied, such is life, pursuit
answers dont always make sense, and
Dont always have to, take from themw hat you will
And let the rest fall where they may,
You dont need to look for my love
It is looking for you, accept it or deny it
If you could fall, and never hit the ground
Perhaps then you could understand, why
Saying love is not enough, and that
Sometimes close just isnt close enough
For just one day, to as though
You and I are of one body, one mind, one soul
I could die a happy boy, a happy man
There we sit, on the green grase
Eating Scrambled Eggs, Purple in Color
If I could fall, and never land
I would gladly be done, with all
You could be my everyone, my Queen
Something familiar, perhaps unclear
Rumbling, Romeo in black jeans
My face remains hidden, dirty pained
Outstretched, hands are all I have
Your voice in my head, what have I done
Crisp waves upon the shore, crashing
Thoughts of days gone by, conversations
Staring at the wall, beacuse it understands
At this moment, I am happy, wish you were here
Things are not always what they appear, really
Reality slips away, slowly, wontedly
Careful, destruction by fire
Waking dead, he bites with ice, malice
Blood pounding in his ears, silence
Is prayed for, is preyed for, peace
Never comes when you need it most
Nothing else matters, but love, do I have it
Have I found it, can I crave it, do I deserve it
Should I ask these questions, of myself
Seeding the green grass, with tears of blood
There is no shame in solitude, no pain
In the silence one craves to think
THe Sparrow calls, always the sparrow
Never the Raven, he hides his head
In the shadows, the darkness he deserves
Wicked is he for what he has done
Lost is he, for he is blind and the loss is upon him
The Sparrow she is quiet, yet she bears all
She is timid, she is shy, she speaks
As does he, in his riddles, in his rhymes
The berries are eaten on the gray branches
Of the highest Birch branches, of the highest Birch trees
Idlenss isn't important, if all you are is idle
The stirring within, should be listened to
Hearing isnt always the answer, the eyes
Tell all mys ecrest, they hold
All the answers, and all the keys
The block all the doorways, and all the feelings
Someone must unlock them, not me
The mouth can tell a thousand lies
The heart can tell none, but it can be buried
It can be denied, such is life, pursuit
answers dont always make sense, and
Dont always have to, take from themw hat you will
And let the rest fall where they may,
You dont need to look for my love
It is looking for you, accept it or deny it
If you could fall, and never hit the ground
Perhaps then you could understand, why
Saying love is not enough, and that
Sometimes close just isnt close enough
For just one day, to as though
You and I are of one body, one mind, one soul
I could die a happy boy, a happy man