I want to write a song that she will hear,
She who holds beauty beyond reason.
She, whose eyes like butterflies
Reach to meet the morning sunlight
as it warms their wings
and they rest upon the rainbows
as they wish for simple things

I want to play a song for her to sing
she who hold beauty beyond reason.
she, whose eyes like butterflies
tell her everything she’ll ever need to know,
taking flight beyond the moonlight to behold
beauty beyond reason.

She who knows the reason we must fight for our lives,
She who knows the season comes
to take out the knife from her wounded soul,
for she holds beauty beyond reason

Building castles of her crystalline…

She lives and breathes and hides behind
an outrageous smile
and her eyes of burnt obsidion.

She greets you into distance
when you takes you in her arms,
A twisted warm oblivion.

She stands like a sequoia
Rooted firmly in the soil
upon the prime meridian

And she’s just one crack away
from being broken.

She stands behind the counter
Changing passion into wine
bouquet of rosy cinnamon.

She toasts to better days
As she tries her best to chase away
Her will to be forgotten.

She’s holding onto nothing
And it’s heavy on her mind
As she waits to notice when it gone.

And she’s just one crack away
from being broken.
Said she’s just one crack away
from being broken.
And she’s waiting for her knowing
to be spoken.

Building castles of her crystalline.

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hey, hey, hey,
can you hold my hand today
can you let the rain fall a little
lighter on my soul
hey, hey, hey,
can you hold my hand today
i wonder can you let the rain fall a little lighter

sometimes it feels like i’ve been so lost for so long
found became a well forgotten memory
but then sometimes lost
is exactly where i need to be, ya know?

i try to take my time, to let the reason rhyme
move through life according to my heart
and even when i’m staring
down the road at nothingness
i have to say wherever you go,
well there you are

i’ve been so tired, so tired
like it’s the middle of the night
and i’m sittin’ on the side of the road all alone
but someone told me, told me told me
it was gonna be all right
so i call you out
when i know i can’t make it on my own

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walkin’ in the ways of everybody’s yesterdays
seems an effort in futility
like writing poems for a poet
or begging from a bum
what’s the use? they ain’t got nothing for me.

well that’s the way it looks to people lookin’ in on
people goin’ out of their way to feel alive,
but just taking a breath
with that weight on your chest tells you
the sooner you bleed the sooner you’ll cry

but it’s so hard, so hard
in the middle of the cold night
sittin’ on the side of the road all alone
but i tell ya, tell ya, tell you
everything’ll be all right
just call out when you know
you can’t make it on your own

chorus

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can i give you kisses?
would that make it better?
let me give you kisses.

you don’t talk to me.
do you remember the last time
you handed me your heart?
you gave it to me once
and i took it for mine
but somehow i missed it
when you took it back

you don’t talk to me.
you say i’m not even supposed
to ask about your day.
you used to be inspired
and you inspired me
but somehow i missed it
when you put out the fire

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i’m a little girl sometimes
i like it when you hold me
i like it when the morning
light greets us intertwined
i like it when you smile at me
i like it when you say you want me
but i’m running out of answers
and i’m running out of questions
and i’m running out of patience.

but i could give you kisses.

let me loose inside you.
let me loose, i’ll find you.
just bend into me
and let me give you kisses.

Baby, I am missing you tonight
And I give myself to you
in case you are missing me too.

Baby, I am blessing you tonight
And I give myself to you
in case you want to bless me too.

Baby, I am holding you tonight
And I give myself to you
in case you want to hold me too.

Baby, I am missing you tonight.

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Pretty ebony, take me where I want to be.

I am sitting with the ivory
Hoping sound will soothe all my rough places plain.
Will I wait for the tsunami?
Does it take disaster to show me my way?

I am looking at the starlight.
Or am I really gazing at the space between?
All the emptiness that binds us
Hidden in a tiny strand of everything.

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This is a song for the end of days.
Rest your weary head.
Take a long look, steady your gaze,
Remember how you bled.
Take a good breath and let it go
Deep into the darkness.
Never regret what you didn’t know.
This is a time for yes.

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You will stand again
And yes you will dance again
Even here at the end of days.

This is a song for the end of days
There no use in denying
All the wrong turns that set your life ablaze
Give no excuse for crying.
Take a good breath and let it all go
Deep into a sweet caress.
Never regret what you couldn’t know.
Just this once say yes.

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You will shine again
And yes you will smile again
Even here at the end of days.

Yes you will dance again
And yes you will laugh again
And yes you will live again
Even here at the end of days.

It feels like four hundred years
since you went away
Cause it’s been too many grey days.
And I’ve been marching like a good soldier
Almost too weary to pray.
But it seems another page has turned
And I’ve become so thankful for
the moment I learned
That I love song that leave me soaring
And I love songs that give me wings
Cause I believe this will be
the greatest story ever told.

Sometimes stepping towards tomorrow
pulls me to my knees
And I get so lost in your memory.
With Fort Hill always knocking,
Home is where I found
destination in my dreams.
I’ve got saints mounting on my shoulders
And I’ve got faith forcing me to fly
Cause I love songs that leave me soaring
And I love songs that give me wings
And I believe this will be
the greatest story ever told.

My spirit says, when I’m moving around
With no place to lay my head,
Just go back to the beginning.

My spirit says, when my heart becomes blind
And cannot see its way into tomorrow
You must go back to the before.

But what about the before?
What about the beginng?
Were they not once a treacherous terrain?
And what about today?
What about ever after?
Tell me what makes the rough places plain?
I’d ask it of me but I’m already lost.
I’d just let it be but release at what cost?

So for a time I’ll turn it around.

My TV says, in a couple of days
My country will be at war,
it’s a matter of survival.
My leader says I’m a victim of chance
In a crossfire between good and "other"
The answer must be in defense.
(or did he say revenge?)

But what about the rage?
What about all the people we could
lose to fury and fear?
And what about the greed?
What about all the dollars
Spent to make me believe all I hear?
I ask it of me ’cause I’d like to begin
To release my defense, find freedom within.

So for a time, I’ll turn it around.