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I love music like a fat kid loves cake. It's the only true way of expressing the muddled up crap we call feelings. Idealistically, I'm a realist. Realistically, I'm an idealist. Overall, I think too much and too philosophically. Venture into the stream of insanity I call my consciousness and take it, as everything, with a grain of salt. The size (and type) of that grain is yours to decide.

Monday, July 25, 2011

Why Does My Heart Cry So?


Why does my heart cry so?
The earth has been crumbling
The nightingale has flown

Why does my heart cry so?
The fathers are dying
The sons gave the blow

Why does my heart cry so?
We are not listening
Our ears have been cloaked

Why does my heart cry so?
The words we are speaking
The hurt our hearts more

Why does my heart cry so?
Our faith has been broken
His trust we’ve ignored

Why does my heart cry so?
We don’t feel our shame
Our guilt we don’t know

Why does my heart cry so?
Hell’s flames have been lit
No care we have, though

Why does my heart cry so?
Such monsters we are
Forsaking God’s love

Why does my heart cry so?
Lest we turn our ways,
To Hell we shall go

My heart, don’t cry so
His words, they will soothe you
Peaceful river’s flow
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