Tuesday, 30 January 2007

The Here Monologue

The day I tried to live for once
I saw a thousand people die.
The moment I gave up,
I heard about a man who tried.

Oh mighty sky, do tell
If the rain falls us the same,
Why do we need an identity?
I’ve become a name.

I am what I choose to be
Rest is just surprise.
I only run for cover
I do not wish to hide.

Those who fall down on their knees and pray,
Those who never shed a tear when they cry,
I’ve always been that shade of gray,
Nothing in this life is black and white.

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