There’s a door here, but it will not break
There’s a stone there, but it won’t remain
Up there a heaven now, but it will not wait
And the lies there, the scent of it, just too much
So should you,
Sow it once and make it grow, the sweet clematis
Let it flower, and paint it all of the colors bold
Instantly things fall and fade, return to silence
Why oh why, why does it all feel so sorrowful?
Dreams of what is real
There’s a breath here, but it will not break
There’s a face there, but it won’t remain
Up there a heaven now, but it knows no name
And the stain is the color of red through red
And thus,
You cannot cry, confuse the lies, try to remember
When you rise, you take your steps with a strong desire
Time goes by, a breath it comes, like something given
Why oh why, why have these nightmares not long expired
The real is but a dream
From now on,
Should it grow and open full, the sweet clematis
Flower bold, but there’s no need for rejoicing more
Precious life, this life, just once, it comes just one time
Keep it close, keep it from ever just leaving you
Crying tears confusing fears they are no longer
When I stand I know I’ll never be down again
Nothing that I need now, once it comes just one time
Somehow, somehow, someone, ah
Entry Number One
[edit]Last edit by chanzilla on Thursday 16 Apr, 2009 at 23:16 +39.4%[/edit]
