lazarus1983
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High Hopes, by Pink Floyd
Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young
In a world of magnets and miracles
Our thoughts strayed constantly and without boundary
The ringing of the division bell had begun
Along the Long Road and on down the Causeway
Do they still meet there by the Cut
There was a ragged band that followed in our footsteps
Running before time took our dreams away
Leaving the myriad small creatures trying to tie us to the ground
To a life consumed by slow decay
The grass was greener
The light was brighter
With friends surrounded
The nights of wonder
Looking beyond the embers of bridges glowing behind us
To a glimpse of how green it was on the other side
Steps taken forwards but sleepwalking back again
Dragged by the force of some inner tide
At a higher altitude with flag unfurled
We reached the dizzy heights of that dreamed of world
Encumbered forever by desire and ambition
There's a hunger still unsatisfied
Our weary eyes still stray to the horizon
Though down this road we've been so many times
The grass was greener
The light was brighter
The taste was sweeter
The nights of wonder
With friends surrounded
The dawn mist glowing
The water flowing
The endless river
Forever and ever
And "The Trace of Things That Have No Words" by Blaze Bayley
Nothing can numb this pain, nothing can fill this void
Nothing can heal this wound, nothing can hide this scar
Nothing is what I have, nothing is all that's left
Nothing is what I am, if I am without you
Looking down at my feet, why do they move at all?
Looking down at my hands, why do they work at all?
I hear the words I speak, why can I speak at all?
If I can't speak to you, why can I speak at all?
I won't give up this pain, the pain of what I lost
I don't want to be healed, why do they even try?
Pain is all I have left to tell me this was real
Pain is the only thing left I can feel
My scars I show you know, my scars
They prove my life was real, my scars
Here on my face, here on my arms
Lines from a play, you were the star
You see them now, you see my truth
The way I lived, I lived for you
These scars proved my life was real
Now you can see my face, now you can hear my words
Now can you understand how I traced out my world?
Why must I face this life? Why am I here alone?
Where did the future go? Why am I here alone?
My scars I show you know, my scars
They prove my life was real, my scars
Here on my face, here on my arms
Lines from a play, you were the star
You see them now, you see my truth
The way I lived, I lived for you
These scars proved my life was real
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The smallest minority on earth is the individual. Those who deny individual rights cannot claim to be defenders of minorities.
- Ayn Rand
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