If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine and my tunes were played the harp unstrung, would you hear my voice come through the music?
Would you hold it near ,as it were your own?
It's a hand me down, the thoughts are broken perhaps they're better left unsung.
I dont know dont really care.
Let there be songs that fill the air.
Ripple in still water.
When there is no pebble tossed, nor wind to blow.
Reach out your hand you who choose to lead must follow, but if you fall, you fall alone.
If you sould stand then who's to guide you.
If i knew the way I would take you home.
If you your cup be empty,if your cup is full,may it be again.
Let it be known there is a fountain that was not made by the hands of men.
There is a road, no simple highway between the dawn and the dark of night.
And if you go, no one may follow that path is for your steps alone.
The Grateful Dead
Sometimes they just plan dont like you anymore.
Sometimes the engery that held you together leaves.
Sometimes trust slaps you in the face.
Whatever the reason is forget about it its gone move on, let it go, be done ,enough already.
Or the bitterness of it will distroy who you are and turn you into the very thing you hate.
You
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