Peace
What does it mean?
Is it a concept that we always fight?
Alright
Me
I disagree
With the precept of wrong and right.
Tonight
We
Can no longer see.
It's not a contest, not done for spite.
Hold tight
Liberty
The land of the free
Such stark contrast in black-and-white.
Good night
Welcome to the end
Were you free of desire?
Did you see a light
Did you think of the past
Did you feel it was alright?
Where would we go from there
With the curtain finally drawn
Certainly life without
Still goes on
I felt it grow
Felt myself let go
And my mind turned loose
Free of the need to choose
I was watching myself
Like I watched someone else
on a park bench
By a garden
I could’ve leaped
Almost asleep
I will be a memory someday
Live in loved ones minds
Come up in conversation
From time to time
Will I be a ghost
Roaming lonely halls
A picture in a frame
On a wall
I felt it grow
Felt myself let go
And my mind turned loose
Free of the need to choose
I was watching myself
Like I watched someone else
on a park bench
By a garden
I could’ve leaped
Almost asleep
what if this were our last good day
would you know where the break began?
would the faults be forced or the blame be square
where the bones all collect their demands
There's a crack in the frame that we couldn't have seen
That's the place where the dark gets in
And I'd patch it with grace and the mercy of blood
But it's never the varnish, worn thin
So maybe it's morn, and the day has begun
That the nighttime will whisper goodbyes
And we step unaware through the motions again
That will lead us through evening's cold prize
So, what if this were our last good day
Would you hold me again, while it's light?
And I'll promise again to forgot to recall
That we've never been promised the night
I don't want to see the last time
hold on til the pain subsides
Leave your selfish moonlight
In the evening cold
Your foolish insight
And favoring the bold
Didn’t have to be the end
But you like to watch the flames
Could’ve had an easy friend
But you can’t accept no blame
All your waking hours
Spent on fun and games
Tried to have some faith
Just got more of the same
Oh it’s strange
Tonight you were a vision
A diamond in the rough
But now you're three sheets
And not looking quite so tough
It's always the same
Your lack of self control
Never gonna change
This shit has gotten old
I Miss All The Good Times
I miss all the good times I miss all my friends
I’m fond of beginnings and Regret all the ends
I try to be hopeful but I will not pretend
I pray for tomorrow wish today won’t end
..today won’t end ..today won’t end.
I stand side by side on the front lines
A farewell embrace on the borderline
In a city of dead ends and posers and liars
Deafening silence of the end of time
the end of time the end of time
Sometimes you give it away
Sometimes you wanna play play
Sometimes you have nothing nothing to say
I’m not a believer a sinner or a fool
A joker or statesman a hero to few
A link in a chain or traitor on the crew
Somebody told me thine own self be true
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This week’s assignment comes from Joshua:
"In light of the recent releases of the end of the Marvel movies and the final season of Game of Thrones, and the soon-to-be-released end of the Star Wars saga, write a song about the end. No spoilers allowed, but use these as inspiration for your own story.”
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