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blueorchidjd
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I am threading this pen through my fingertips
To tell the story of your love.
I come with you, to write the perfect sonnet of how we've won.
In man
We've got this problem
We've got the truth misconceived
In the deep depths and boroughs of our minds.
We've locked the key to the answers of life
And thrown it in the ocean.
Your love is hidden on beneath.
In God,
The truth permeates through the air
Fumigating
A breath of life
That kick starts our lungs.
And when we lack the oxygen
We all fall down.
There are reasons why
They say you're from the heavens
For when we die you bring us back from the ground.
You plant a seed in us that brings it all to life.
We like the earth are a creation
That blossoms and evolves,
All the flowers in the world.
And if we choose to die
We become figments of the soil
Like history of man
We become the past told stories
That lead one another on to the truth.
And in the repetitious circle of life.
To tell the story of your love.
I come with you, to write the perfect sonnet of how we've won.
In man
We've got this problem
We've got the truth misconceived
In the deep depths and boroughs of our minds.
We've locked the key to the answers of life
And thrown it in the ocean.
Your love is hidden on beneath.
In God,
The truth permeates through the air
Fumigating
A breath of life
That kick starts our lungs.
And when we lack the oxygen
We all fall down.
There are reasons why
They say you're from the heavens
For when we die you bring us back from the ground.
You plant a seed in us that brings it all to life.
We like the earth are a creation
That blossoms and evolves,
All the flowers in the world.
And if we choose to die
We become figments of the soil
Like history of man
We become the past told stories
That lead one another on to the truth.
And in the repetitious circle of life.