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I want a world,
Without all the hating
Why can't we try,
To relate to the people that we see?
I want a world,
Where everybody dances
Why can't we all,
Just raise our voices and sing?
I want a world,
Full of second chances
Because we don't know,
Just what tomorrow might bring
I want a world!
Full of opportunity,
Where how high you go,
Can only be measured by the sky!
If for one second,
We could stop screaming,
I really think,
That everyone could fly!
I want a world,
Where joy runs rampant
Because everyone can see,
The light of love that's in our eyes
I want a world,
Without all the pleading
Because it hurts,
To see how many need
I want a world,
Full of passion and beauty
But that won't be because,
We are destroying everything
I! Want a world...
That gives more than it takes!
There are too many lessons to be learned,
How long before all our hearts break?!
The base desires,
That drive us to our knees,
Are taking over,
Won't somebody stop all this please...?
I want a world,
Where nobody dies,
For someone elses foolish mistakes,
Up to now, I have been denied!
I want a world,
Where nobody cries,
Except from the happiness,
That we should all feel inside
I want a world,
Where nobody lies
This probably won't happen,
But it doesn't mean we shouldn't try!
I want a world,
Where we all move as one,
Because the worst thing that could happen to a soul,
Is for it to live alone...
jlp August 13, 2008-Revised May 26, 2010
Without all the hating
Why can't we try,
To relate to the people that we see?
I want a world,
Where everybody dances
Why can't we all,
Just raise our voices and sing?
I want a world,
Full of second chances
Because we don't know,
Just what tomorrow might bring
I want a world!
Full of opportunity,
Where how high you go,
Can only be measured by the sky!
If for one second,
We could stop screaming,
I really think,
That everyone could fly!
I want a world,
Where joy runs rampant
Because everyone can see,
The light of love that's in our eyes
I want a world,
Without all the pleading
Because it hurts,
To see how many need
I want a world,
Full of passion and beauty
But that won't be because,
We are destroying everything
I! Want a world...
That gives more than it takes!
There are too many lessons to be learned,
How long before all our hearts break?!
The base desires,
That drive us to our knees,
Are taking over,
Won't somebody stop all this please...?
I want a world,
Where nobody dies,
For someone elses foolish mistakes,
Up to now, I have been denied!
I want a world,
Where nobody cries,
Except from the happiness,
That we should all feel inside
I want a world,
Where nobody lies
This probably won't happen,
But it doesn't mean we shouldn't try!
I want a world,
Where we all move as one,
Because the worst thing that could happen to a soul,
Is for it to live alone...
jlp August 13, 2008-Revised May 26, 2010
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compulsive liar.
once i asked you your favourite
colour, and you said, "the brown
of your eyes," so i put in one green
contact and told everyone that i
came out of the womb as a factory
defect, half-priced, damaged goods.
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sometimes i am from canada and
sometimes i am from england and
sometimes i am from spain.
i've carefully tempered my accents
and plotted out my stories with
yellow and purple coloured pencils
on index cards. my origin changes
like the seasons.
"why do you lie to everyone?" you
ask.
"why not?" i reply.
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i wear nametags that read "alicia"
and "liana" and "samantha," because
i want to know how it feels to be
someon
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Affection
If I could spread
affection far
across the world
with the blow of
a dandelion,
I would.
I would so love
to watch the white
puffs float to meet
their destination.
I want to see more eyes,
lighting up like fireflies;
finding their way home.
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broken hearts don't beat
sometimes, it's morning. and i've forgotten to brush my hair again. or how to tie my shoes or what my name sounds like. and that i don't believe in anything anymore. and that's when i realize that i'm losing little pieces of myself to you.
and the tip of my tongue is stained with the taste of stale paint from the renovating you've done with my mind. and for the next four hundred and seventy three and a half hours i'll be staring at the ceiling. since i'm waiting for your flavor to fade. or maybe i'm just waiting for you to come back to me. since my fingertips are losing their feeling. and the strands of my hairs are splitting. i'm aging in r
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I want a world where I don't feel the need to write this.
A man can dream.
BREAK. THE. SYSTEM.
6-7-14: After reading the comments, again, I realize that a lot of readers don't actually understand how I rhymed when I wrote this. This pleases me. Seriously though, the rhyming is there, it's just not forced at all, and also, remember that a word sounds different when it's sung than when it's spoken, as well. I get a lot of rhyming that way, because I'm hearing it, and you're seeing it.
A man can dream.
BREAK. THE. SYSTEM.
6-7-14: After reading the comments, again, I realize that a lot of readers don't actually understand how I rhymed when I wrote this. This pleases me. Seriously though, the rhyming is there, it's just not forced at all, and also, remember that a word sounds different when it's sung than when it's spoken, as well. I get a lot of rhyming that way, because I'm hearing it, and you're seeing it.
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Can I use this for an upcoming songs I will produce?