The sparkles and the fireworks that are crying to be free
The wind is wailing that it's time for the release
Time for all the aching and the emptiness to cease
The whistle of the train and further pouring of the rain
Have never left a mark that I can see
The spinning of the carousel is grinding to a halt
The lights along the canopy are witnessing the fault
Shifting sands of foreign lands are falling to the sea
Below the tide where sands reside that leave no mark on me
The tempest of the feelings and the crack of lightning's thunder
This time no taste of bittersweet but, slowly, sinking under
Is the vision but mirage I see
No, for then the bittersweet would be
'Tis miracle of heart in apogee
'Tis more than spin of tale as heart goes soaring free
Above the world, above the love, all vistas in the vision
The landscape is remaining one of lasting composition
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how many friggin' times before i say i've had enough...i actually know the answer to that.
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