Saturday evening, explosions up in the sky
Wanted to be there; singing as a mayfly
Give a fightin’ spirit to seek the strength
to strive hard for the light
Deep inside somethin’ that crafts to stand
out the crowd, that echoes the egos so loud,
“Give me back, my time, give me back the
verve… give me back,
the Pride; the gist of just;
Give me some more; a much more of me…”
Shadows retreating, is it the end of the
night?
For the awakening..., an allege seaming the
dawn of knights
Nothing has brightened, is this a futile
light, a hope for the spirit?
And it’s the egos make out, paving the mode
for an insane instinct to cry,
“Give me back, my time, give me back the
verve… give me back,
the Pride; the gist of just;
Give me some more; a much more of me…“
I was there at that break, as an alibi,
right in the heart of the dark;
desperation tryin' to shoot me to Seyfert
And you were there at the door waitin’ to
rescue from
apparition of the gloom; under the hood,
and the words,
”No more a viewer then; get some air and
wash-down a while;
It’s not futile; a lit hittin’ in your
heart; force is there
Even blaze in a stick glows 120 million
iotas
Feel no down; stiffen up; while you can,
fight
‘ll be bright out there some other day and
for today, seed the way
To walk out there and make a smile;
Now, bake a psalm; raise the palm; signal
the ‘V’ – it’s yours, and will be…”
fixed the psychic that was crawling inside
and here I go;
head’s up underneath the warmth of the Sun
as it’s a star;
“Give me back, my time, give me back the
verve… give me back,
the Pride; the gist of just;
Give me some more; a much more of me…“
- Thoughts120 ( :P )
