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• Artiste: Lifestory:Monologue
• Titre: Those Days...Happy!
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There, in the distance, do you see? Do you see? A circling enemy surrounds me, stalking me, haunting me, blocking me from eternity spent living, free, free, ohhhhh I've lived long and I've realized this. I've despised this but I have to remain alive with this. Oh, for my purpose on the earth has not yet reached the surface. What's holding me back, what's holding me back? What's holding me back? Why don't I just indulge myself into this world and fire it out. Well, when such an action is carried out, I'm sure it will fail; because around me, is wrapped in a tight cloak in the sea, a cloak my father wore before me, handed down for generations. temptation, devastation. If I had leaped across that ocean I would surely drown, strangled beyond belief. oooooeeeooooooouuooooo I am tangled in my own jealously and my own self-important importance, but really I am nothing, I am nothing, there is no reason for me, I have no purpose. If I would leave to cross that ocean I know I will drown, I know I will fail but now I have come, to terms with myself, oh my cloak is part of me and it cannot be discarded, and slowly, ever so slowly; wooden shards have drifted my way, I wait patiently, for what good could possibly come from these little pieces of wood? What good could possibly come from these drift wood pieces. These of wood. and I've been waiting here for so long now, my lumber, has grown strong in numbers, for it is a puzzle, and I find, when it fits together, it forms a cross; with blood stains, and I sea ...es? 4 nails have bended each plank, I have floated atop it to my ocean shore, and I saw that it never sank, it never sank, and I cling to that cross, to that cross to this very day; and I journey through life, through my ocean, and I know I am safe, I know I'm safe and now my cloak keeps me warm, my cloak keeps me warm and I only have Christ to thank, I only have Christ to thank. My cloak keeps me warm, and I only have Christ to thank. Or do I? Does He think He can just control me?