All the ways you listen to what was said. All the ways you see what was really there. The ways you know why you believe, in a child like me, in a person who can't believe... It's all still there, I can see.--- Hard as we try, the world keeps us dying inside, and to stop it from killing us would be to let it all die. We can stike the balance, and play in the paradox, and we can find heaven in the spaces of silence that lay inbewteen the words we share,..the silence that fills the air. When learning stops you from knowing whats really there... Irony will never know any bounds, as it dances inbetween those sounds, as it picks us up just before it lets us down, and makes us question all that we've found. We can still see it all for what it really might be. With all those questions shared between you and me. All those lessons we teach each other well,...we keep growing and learning between heaven and hell,...as we pass on the lessons through the storys we tell. We keep it all alive. We keep it all alive. We keep it all alive, all by remembering.
I hate Alzhiemers.
I love you Grandma.
I hate Alzhiemers.
I love you Grandma.
kiki:
Ive done a new set its not up to me when it goes live.