FunnyDust
Bluelighter
We never stop to wonder
Till a person's gone
We never yearn to know him
Till he's traveled on.
When someone is around us
We never stop to ask
"Hey who's behind your mirror,
Hey who's behind your mask"
We never stop to wonder
Till a person't gone
We never yearn to know him
Till he's packed and traveled on.
Sweet Marilyn Monroe,
On the silver screen.
Platinum reflection,
In a movie magazine.
Well did you ever have a headache?
Did your mama own a gramaphone?
Did you like to be an actress?
Were you scared to be alone?
We never stop to wonder
Till a persons gone
We never yearn to know him
Till he's traveled on.
When someone is around us
We don't know what we're seeing.
We take a polaroid picture
To find the heman being.
We never stop to wonder
Till a person's gone
We never yearn to know him
Till he's packed and traveled on.
Sweet beautiful Jesus
On a painted cross
Polystyrene body
With a superficial glass
Hey were you jealous of you father?
Were you short when you were fully grown?
Did you like to walk on water?
Were you scared to be alone?
I think perhaps tomarrow
I'll try to make a friend
To really get to know him
Instead of just pretend
I'll ask him if his feet hurt
Has he burdens to be shared
And if he doesn't walk away
If his eyes don't turn to stone
I'll ask him If he's scared to be alone.
Dory P.
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Footsteps caught in midair, a sobering look back toward a fork in the road of life.
We should have listened to forewarning.
[This message has been edited by FunnyDust (edited 23 October 2000).]
Till a person's gone
We never yearn to know him
Till he's traveled on.
When someone is around us
We never stop to ask
"Hey who's behind your mirror,
Hey who's behind your mask"
We never stop to wonder
Till a person't gone
We never yearn to know him
Till he's packed and traveled on.
Sweet Marilyn Monroe,
On the silver screen.
Platinum reflection,
In a movie magazine.
Well did you ever have a headache?
Did your mama own a gramaphone?
Did you like to be an actress?
Were you scared to be alone?
We never stop to wonder
Till a persons gone
We never yearn to know him
Till he's traveled on.
When someone is around us
We don't know what we're seeing.
We take a polaroid picture
To find the heman being.
We never stop to wonder
Till a person's gone
We never yearn to know him
Till he's packed and traveled on.
Sweet beautiful Jesus
On a painted cross
Polystyrene body
With a superficial glass
Hey were you jealous of you father?
Were you short when you were fully grown?
Did you like to walk on water?
Were you scared to be alone?
I think perhaps tomarrow
I'll try to make a friend
To really get to know him
Instead of just pretend
I'll ask him if his feet hurt
Has he burdens to be shared
And if he doesn't walk away
If his eyes don't turn to stone
I'll ask him If he's scared to be alone.
Dory P.
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Footsteps caught in midair, a sobering look back toward a fork in the road of life.
We should have listened to forewarning.
[This message has been edited by FunnyDust (edited 23 October 2000).]
