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Array ( [sid] => 112078 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => White Walls [time] => 2005-12-25 18:06:06 [hometext] => I donít want to meet my fate today, so inside my bed I close my eyes Iíll stay admiring my dream. [bodytext] => The voice of the screaming ambulance vanishes
and suddenly my childish days are revived in one broken piece
Certainly this world is just a moment and
I'm alone in it anyways, dissolving in the time.

I donít want to meet my fate today, so
inside my bed I close my eyes
Iíll stay admiring my dream.
Could this be the only way?

Itís hard to hide and forget when
The shadows of the trees are shining
within my roomís white walls
and the morning sun burns from outside my window.

A new day has to begin, revealing myself from the covers,
my worries become nothing, just like that.
I let my fingers caress the glass, looking out I feel so dizzy.
The world is buzzing around me, while I idly watch.

Shadows of birds dart mischievously back and forth across the pavement,
And the rusty forlorn gate creakily sways back and forth with the wind.
Once again I realize today, like every other day, thereís no escaping fate.
Grabbing my jacket, and heart shaped sunglass, I want so much to skip down the concrete steps and be with that world.

It hits me again, and I descend back on my bed.
My found liveliness, dissipating.
Crying, the tears stain my cheeks, laying backwards I watch the shadows shine on my rooms white walls.

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White Walls

Contributed by RAGEyourDREAM on Sunday, 25th December 2005 @ 06:06:06 PM in AEST
Topic: SongLyrics



The voice of the screaming ambulance vanishes
and suddenly my childish days are revived in one broken piece
Certainly this world is just a moment and
I'm alone in it anyways, dissolving in the time.

I donít want to meet my fate today, so
inside my bed I close my eyes
Iíll stay admiring my dream.
Could this be the only way?

Itís hard to hide and forget when
The shadows of the trees are shining
within my roomís white walls
and the morning sun burns from outside my window.

A new day has to begin, revealing myself from the covers,
my worries become nothing, just like that.
I let my fingers caress the glass, looking out I feel so dizzy.
The world is buzzing around me, while I idly watch.

Shadows of birds dart mischievously back and forth across the pavement,
And the rusty forlorn gate creakily sways back and forth with the wind.
Once again I realize today, like every other day, thereís no escaping fate.
Grabbing my jacket, and heart shaped sunglass, I want so much to skip down the concrete steps and be with that world.

It hits me again, and I descend back on my bed.
My found liveliness, dissipating.
Crying, the tears stain my cheeks, laying backwards I watch the shadows shine on my rooms white walls.





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Re: White Walls (User Rating: 1 )
by ruby_dreamer on Sunday, 25th December 2005 @ 06:13:24 PM AEST
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It's so chilling...your poem is... it feels like one I will have to read again, but for now...I feel a relation to it. Wonderful use of words.


Re: White Walls (User Rating: 1 )
by outlaw_mutiny on Sunday, 25th December 2005 @ 09:55:58 PM AEST
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you break most of the traditional rules in this one but who cares good write




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