Running Around in this belt of green
With the clouds above
Showing and throwing
Different shades of life
White mist of faith and love
And the dark shadows of hunger and greed
The phases of my being
Meeting each other
Roaring down the thunderous wave in a clash
To rain down The good being
And the hunter of my dark lash;
one hand carrying hope and ambition
The other filled with money and rejection
Lightening down the Fight to find normal,
If not perfection
And pouring down the words on Pages
Which were once green,
Then the winds of harmony enter into this mind sky
Making both my worlds raise their flags
Ending this stormy fight
Making This Place, Again
Bright blue and white
Putting up front the picture
That did seem Bright
Looking at the waterfalls
They shed in one night.
With the clouds above
Showing and throwing
Different shades of life
White mist of faith and love
And the dark shadows of hunger and greed
The phases of my being
Meeting each other
Roaring down the thunderous wave in a clash
To rain down The good being
And the hunter of my dark lash;
one hand carrying hope and ambition
The other filled with money and rejection
Lightening down the Fight to find normal,
If not perfection
And pouring down the words on Pages
Which were once green,
Then the winds of harmony enter into this mind sky
Making both my worlds raise their flags
Ending this stormy fight
Making This Place, Again
Bright blue and white
Putting up front the picture
That did seem Bright
Looking at the waterfalls
They shed in one night.
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