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Friday, February 24, 2006

Poetry Friday

The Truth

We're living in a land of make-believe
And trying not to let it show
Maybe in that land of make-believe
Heartaches can turn into joy.

We're breathing in the smoke of high and low
We're taking up a lot of room
Somewhere in the dark and silent night
Our prayer will be heard, make it soon

So fly little bird
Up into the clear blue sky
and carry the word
Love's the only reason why - why?

Open up the shutters on your windows
Unlock all the locks upon your doors
Brush away the cobwebs from your day-dreams
No secrets come between anymore
Oh say its true
Only love will see you through
You know what love can do to you.

another poem (writen down by my dad), no date

UPDATE: jo(e) noticed that these words sounded like they should be set to music. My fingers did the walking on google and without much difficulty found that in fact, these are the words to a Moody Blues song. The song is Land of Make-Believe. Oops. I will remember to check his other stuff before posting. It must have meant something to him though to have written it down.

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