Saturday, September 25, 2010

The Stand

As I stand up each morning
From the tranquil of my unknown dreams
The world changes each day, alarming
Nothing was stable, it seemed
I wish to stand now forever
Until immortality kisses my soul
Somehow it is not realized ever
That little emotions form our whole
Beautiful shall even be the guise
Uprising shall be all motives and purpose
Truth shall be all, until demise
Life shall be music; a symphony composed
Why are we afraid then, to seek refuge
None are reasons for love to refuse
Though they seem many, but years are few
Until their last one should always remain true

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