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TallerIf you were bigTaller by flashingnumbers
Like the tallest tree looming over the forest
Then maybe you would have the strength
To save the lives you fight for.
If you were strong
Like the rapid currents as the river winds
Then maybe you would have the courage
To pull against the hands that hold you back.
If you were brave
Like the fearless wolf who stalks the night
Then maybe you would have the chance
To win the war you’ve waged inside.
But you’re small,
for your life.
You were big
When we were small
Big enough to fight the fears
Which tore us from inside.
You were strong
When we were weak
Strong enough to hold us up
When it was all we could do to breathe.
You were brave
When we were cowards
Brave enough to help us battle
The monsters from which we ran.
If you were beautiful
As the rising sun past a broken night
Then maybe you could hold a heart
And be loved.
But you are more beautiful
Than the dawn as it
Moving On Ever moving forwardMoving On by flashingnumbers
you're vast beyond your
Striving for creation
through your years of
You're holding to
to help you know your
they're fighting in the
You're clinging to
that put you where you
Don't look back
you've already gone too
Passing TimeThe setting sunPassing Time by flashingnumbers
pours over the earth
sparks fire on the blue horizon.
This is the hour of the end;
when animals of the day
retreat to their homes, and prepare for sleep
as creatures of the night awake.
When orange streaks of light steal the sky
as the sun tucks its head beneath the darkening blue
and the air holds a colder wind
though the atmosphere is slowly melting.
This is the hour of fire;
Until the sun slips away
and the moon's silver rises to the blackening sky
as the wind settles with a chill
consuming the land in a beautiful blanket
of stillness and speckled lights.
This is the hour of silence:
until the sun peaks again
and brightens the frozen land
sending yellow streams from the edges of the Earth
to warm the quiet air,
and the sky is heated by a softer light.
This is the hour of life.
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And The Rain SpokeAnd The Rain Spoke by jackgunski
I looked outside,
maybe I didn’t need to,
and I saw the rain,
dotting the ground
in a brilliant lattice.
And so I stopped the
humming fans in my room,
and I heard the faintest sound
of a billion drops,
begging to be heard.
They whispered to me,
Can you hear it?
There is no reason,
there is only sound.
Sound, and those
who notice it.
And if you’re careful,
you can feel the world
like it was tied to your feet.
So listen closely…
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