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by Iola Jun 17, 2008 category : Life, society / meaning of life
Psychedelic colors I see all the others Exploding hearts I see my own scars A strong blowing wind I see change from within Peeking back I see now my own track I am still not fine My healing in my wine A tiny chocolate heart I see us moving apart Yet closer together I see possible bad weather Held even tighter I see a truly strong fighter Sinking deeper I see that he needs her I am still not fine Time is not yet mine Smiling and dreaming I see waking up, screaming Stuck between past and present I see feelings that feel unpleasant An old wooden tree I see a majestic me I love now for today I see the day I fly away I am still not fine Not waiting for a sign Unfamiliar rainbows How, only God knows Your hand clenches mine Will only know in time Just need to breathe more I see I don't know what for Whatever it is you are planning I am fine with just hanging I am still not fine Just give me rock and rhyme