*Chasing the Fool
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Well I have these eyes that choose not to believe only touch in every way you may never see So open your wounds, let them bleed As long we are here there is nothing I can't understand Perfection of a chase never quite the fallen dream Change where I stand There hasn't been one So why do you insist to believe That my eyes are for opening My love will soon be fading Feet turn against being here Where else could I ever be So cold inside it feels like rain Pouring down upon a fire Stirring what will grow higher Believe as you may about the truth Perhaps only I know how it lay No choice inside for me to go another way Who is to say what I am When all that you know Is the shallow of what is within Nothing real beyond few controls Each day to poison the hands to hold What once all you could worship That is the source of your fears About laying down silent with me Join me Written January 26th, 2002 © on Jan 26 2002 12:46 AM PST 0 • 10
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"Well I have these eyes ..."