Tofu
04-23-2004, 07:27 PM
When all is said and done no one will ever hear.
No one will ever be, and no one will ever see.
But isn't the journey worth talking about?
Perhaps it is, maybe in the light of the night.
Or in towers high above the sphear in which gaze down to the right.
Patterns and patterns of disorganized colours lay to waste.
Maybe by some, those of which that like to taste.
Give in to them, for no one will ever be.
Remember the right time is now, not later silly me.
Confusion and boredom will trickle in.
The state of our lives just hasn't been.
Life isn't work, its to live and have fun.
Playing in the rain and under the sun.
We were all kids once in a time that is now lost.
To remember how we were, is a definite must.
We, the children of Earth suffer a lot.
None of us are having fun, letting creativity to rot.
Philosphy and art in the most purest form.
Is what we're made from, before and after the storm.
When all is said and done no one will ever be.
Being all one can be, isn't enough for me.
Rekindle the light in our heart and soul.
Relight our lives and live in whole.
Join me now and live your life.
Unless you love to live in strife.
Oh children, this plateau that hangs over the sea.
She has been hurt by us, how can this be?
Disarming now is nothing you see.
Too little too late, say goodbye we.
No one will ever be, and no one will ever see.
But isn't the journey worth talking about?
Perhaps it is, maybe in the light of the night.
Or in towers high above the sphear in which gaze down to the right.
Patterns and patterns of disorganized colours lay to waste.
Maybe by some, those of which that like to taste.
Give in to them, for no one will ever be.
Remember the right time is now, not later silly me.
Confusion and boredom will trickle in.
The state of our lives just hasn't been.
Life isn't work, its to live and have fun.
Playing in the rain and under the sun.
We were all kids once in a time that is now lost.
To remember how we were, is a definite must.
We, the children of Earth suffer a lot.
None of us are having fun, letting creativity to rot.
Philosphy and art in the most purest form.
Is what we're made from, before and after the storm.
When all is said and done no one will ever be.
Being all one can be, isn't enough for me.
Rekindle the light in our heart and soul.
Relight our lives and live in whole.
Join me now and live your life.
Unless you love to live in strife.
Oh children, this plateau that hangs over the sea.
She has been hurt by us, how can this be?
Disarming now is nothing you see.
Too little too late, say goodbye we.