THE NIGHT IS MY HAVEN, MY SANCTUARY; IT CRADLES MY MUSE, MY VIGOR, MY SANGUINITY.
WHEN THEE AFTER DUSK COMETH LOOKING FOR ME, I REFLECT UPON THEE THAT'D COMETH ONTO ME.

The Fellowship

Saturday, December 16, 2006

inner glow - reprise

Why do...
we only want a field we can run through
we only want a beat we can drum to
we only want rhythm we can tune to
we only want a dream we can flaunt to
we only want to sing when we want to
we only want a track we can dance to.

But...
we don't live life on a playground
riding a fucking merry-go-round
trying to look like we belong
whether right or wrong
and even if we do belong
trying to prove we're strong.

We've...
got to let the odds slide
advantage to the other side
let go of the pride inside
but we know that we really tried
to keep our aching-celebrating inner glow alive.

8 comments:

Isis Panthea said...
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Isis Panthea said...

Ha ha...Gotcha!!! Speling mistake in your acknowledgement...

Isis Panthea said...

Spelling*

Seashells said...

@ isis panthea
I've already been told about the calendar error. Just too lazy to fix it.
It took you three attempts but i'm glad you finally got to spell 'spelling' the right way. :P

Isis Panthea said...

Not really...The first time it was 'acknowledgement'.. :P

Seashells said...

@ isis panthea
well... you messed up either way... hehehe :P

Canary said...

the name 'seashells' and i thot a floral kiddi blog and luk wat i got here :)

Seashells said...

@ canary
surprise surprise !!!! :-)