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This is the story of life, the key to help you heal,
So listen carefully to what is said, and what you hear will be real,
Take a walk on the path, lighted by the sun,
Though it is beautiful, be cautious and don't run,
Look around every corner, but wonder off the path,
A change in direction may bring forth beauties rath,
The firery hand of beauty, will bring vengance upon you,
See things from the inside out and all you see will be true,
This path maybe beautiful, but not all is
what you see,
The devil maybe hiding behind anyone of the trees,
For hatred maybe sprouting from the ground, wearing a sweet disguise,
For not even the smartest man, can tell, in which flower hatred lies,
And in the end we walk, blinded to what is really there,
But we can't go through life, just looking in fear,
We have to take a chance and pick a random flower,
We have to believe in hope and believe each flower will give us power,
Grabbing onto hope, something invisible to the naked eye,
Hope is but something that helps us give life a try,
So walk on the path, lighted by the sun,
Pick a flower and hope, that it will be the right one,
Glance around each corner, but don't be so cautious you don't live,
For if beauty does you wrong, hope will help you forgive.
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I am lost, I've gone to find myself, if I should return before I get back have me wait....
ever dance with the devil in the pale moon light.... -joker
AOL name: MaDHaTTeR92578
http://www.brandsofecstacy.com
So listen carefully to what is said, and what you hear will be real,
Take a walk on the path, lighted by the sun,
Though it is beautiful, be cautious and don't run,
Look around every corner, but wonder off the path,
A change in direction may bring forth beauties rath,
The firery hand of beauty, will bring vengance upon you,
See things from the inside out and all you see will be true,
This path maybe beautiful, but not all is
what you see,
The devil maybe hiding behind anyone of the trees,
For hatred maybe sprouting from the ground, wearing a sweet disguise,
For not even the smartest man, can tell, in which flower hatred lies,
And in the end we walk, blinded to what is really there,
But we can't go through life, just looking in fear,
We have to take a chance and pick a random flower,
We have to believe in hope and believe each flower will give us power,
Grabbing onto hope, something invisible to the naked eye,
Hope is but something that helps us give life a try,
So walk on the path, lighted by the sun,
Pick a flower and hope, that it will be the right one,
Glance around each corner, but don't be so cautious you don't live,
For if beauty does you wrong, hope will help you forgive.
------------------
I am lost, I've gone to find myself, if I should return before I get back have me wait....
ever dance with the devil in the pale moon light.... -joker
AOL name: MaDHaTTeR92578
http://www.brandsofecstacy.com
