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I’ll be waiting under the mistleto… I’ll be wishing upon the brightest… I’ll be under the mistletoe waitin… The white-winter-snow is where you… An angel to point you to a life we…
Like this ink in my arm I have your love stored in my hear… No thing, I can do without Is your love within me My eyes are deceived daily with th…
If my words could suffice We would all be living quite nice But the truth is that actions spea… That’s why we’ve heard of Your ac… Turn me to wine
You see, I’m a lyrical manipulato… Because the words in the dictionar… Don’t say enough, so I’m kind of… But that means nothing If I sit back and don’t point you…
Morals and manners Used to run this town Now, I see guns and chaos So I turn off the news And slip on my shoes
I write these words out of what se… An idea is sparked in my mind And like wildfire the letters begi… Creating poetic stanzas that alone… Together they flow in a rhythmic s…
Let the people gather round Let them hear the words that I la… So let the people ditch their resp… Forget their worries And come open hearted
Hate is standing at the front door And I want to answer it objective… Because of love for what is right But fear of their Perceptions
Like stars in the night You make me wish Time’s wasted wondering what we co… I’m going to keep wishing on the b… I’m going to imagine me with you
I’m waiting for you to walk into m… To love me despite my flaws and fa… To look past those wretched things Which make up an imperfect being My hands are cut and bruised
Why don’t we give love a try Put down our weapon If only for a moment And see the beauty within each oth… Words are like a double-edged-swor…
It feels so right, being here with… Out in the open Floating atop the deep blue And under the beautiful array of c… My eyes have been touched by clari…
They say time heals all wounds But I disagree I say that time is the vessel by which healing begins Time is nothing but a catalyst
People tell me that I am loved People tell me that it is an uncon… I think I just started to underst… & the rest of his children Although we run into trials, tribu…
If I was an artist I would paint the sky a beautiful… I would start with a paintbrush in… weather-beaten leather canvas Moving my hand so smoothly across…
