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Falsely guided by the moon

Because of fences on the road ahead
We’re kept from danger on the abyss side,
Where friendly moonlight seems to miss our tread,
But we don’t fall to our surprise. We said
We’d never make it – then we may have lied
Because of fences on the road ahead.
We find our courage and are nearly mad,
Forgetting those afore us who have died.
Though friendly moonlight seems to miss our tread,
We shall not fail our goal now we have fled.
But dumb we were to go without a guide
Because the fences on the road ahead
Are weak and take us down, we’ll end up dead.
For us there is no hope. Yes, we were right,
And friendly moonlight seems to miss our tread
As we were wrongly told and falsely led
So there we fall, to deep and far and night,
Because the fences left the road ahead,
And friendly moonlight made us miss our tread.

The calmth sensed only by the ones who die

The calmth sensed only by the ones who die
Like oceans live in waves and foaming tears
The last wave lands in understanding sigh

It saw the low, now ending in a high
To close the eyes of he who drowns, who hears
The calmth sensed only by the ones who die

And us as well as craziness goes by
When we have buried kin and friends and peers
The last wave lands in understanding sigh

For it was love that made us steal, we try
To deal with sin as good as it appears
The calmth sensed only by the ones who die

Is ours, we watch the sea move on, and I
Know well that moment to be best in years
The last wave lands in understanding sigh

Our first encounter and our last goodbye
Remains in echos over misty piers
The calmth sensed only by the ones who die
The last wave lands in understanding sigh.

The list

Why are we to forget and what not so:
You make a list with pro’s and con’s, both sides
Have meanings clash, as if the world collides
With facts from outer space when we let go.

I have forgotten age. Maybe it hides.
Why are we to forget and what not so:
A Winter’s night, a lovely time, the snow,
Or how we both felt during evening rides.

Have meanings clash! As if the world collides
With things, exceptional enough. Don’t know.
Now I don’t care if such a list misguides
Why we are to forget and what not so.

Some things are better gone than make us low
In better, worse, the high and lower tides
Have meanings clash, as if the world collides
If we arrange our minds with facts in row.

Now all has been errased, and that divides
Why we are to forget and what not so
Have meanings clash, as if the world collides.

Forget

Forget what has been said in nights long gone.
It doesn’t matter how and who was right.
Let go of all the troubles and move on.

It will be day again, it will be dawn,
Already birds are speaking about light.
Forget what has been said in nights long gone.

Think of the mother, and the curtains drawn,
There is no fear, no cold, she holds you tight.
Let go of all the troubles and move on.

Your childhood nightmares want a rapprochement.
With all the sleep you lost and dreams in spite
Forget what has been said in nights long gone.

Remember only kindness, and you might
Get rid of anger, pain is a forgone.
Let go of all the troubles and move on.

There is no need to wait and be withdrawn.
What happened should not rule, as once you might
Forget what has been said in nights long gone.
Let go of all the troubles and move on.

Surprise yourself and fly where you can’t go

Surprise yourself and fly where you can’t go.
You must not stop because of limitations.
Outrule the bloody cynics in one flow.

They’ll tell you science you don’t want to know.
Departure, though, might be with complications.
Surprise yourself and fly where you can’t go.

Let no one make you stay here, down and low.
Don’t bend when they suggest negotiations.
Outrule the bloody cynics in one flow.

You need only yourself to proof and show
their views could use some alterations.
Surprise yourself and fly where you can’t go.

This gift of freedom is yours to bestow.
Lift yourself from harmful old relations.
Outrule the bloody cynics in one flow.

Forget the one your were a while ago.
Be the first of many generations.
Surprise yourself and fly where you can’t go.
Outrule the bloody cynics in one flow.

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