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  • What if I told everything
    what would you like to think
    what would you do?
    What could you?

    would it make any difference to me
    any difference to you if you were the flame

    Living a life that is emptied out right in front of these empty, desolate streets
    No books left to take out, all the cards been stolen,been burned
    no candle lights to help you find your own way home
    a better path exists for your own room to breath, to talk with the sunrise
    No maps, no windows, no keys closing the open falls between locked up skies
    that we once beleived were ours as the essence of the rainbow

    What if you saw me blowing down the street
    a piece of discarded news in the crying world
    tumbleweeds made of still dirt without hearing a sound
    weeds no longer lingering there
    no sacred history
    no standing ground
    please move along to the lost, maybe found
    A shadow no one sees but air
    learned not to watch or feel
    been unable to know how to care

    What if I or you, was something important that you had yet to try
    what if I knew you knew something
    one single thing that mattered, was true
    held out my beating heart, a white dove in the sky
    a momentary comet left taking in you
    until I died

    what would you be able to do for yourself, me
    The crying sunflowers are cutting inexperienced hands with borrowed knives
    The sax blows to another distant horn
    What do we call this next dance on this foriegn shore
    How high is this living tree in the living breeze
    How many stars in you-in me- how far is far?

    it turns out we ride the waves we live,
    hearing only that
    that call
    when they rise
    into the fall

    hop
    in between measured cuts.
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