Sunday, February 13, 2011

i hate poems that rhyme.

tell me a story
silent and true
show me the secrets
you've hidden from view
break out the beauty
let go of the fear
hold on to my hand
i'll always be here
if now is not working
we'll just wait awhile
the love is still able
to run cross the miles
the sun is still shining
the way will come clear
and all of your worries
will soon disappear
it's not that i know this
because i am smart
it's that i keep listening
with all of my heart
you don't have to wonder
where peace will emerge
the truth is its waiting
always to be heard
so turn towards the sunshine
stand up on your feet
leave tired old nightmares
alone in the street
there's so much to learn from
and so much to see
this life is adventure
for you and for me.

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