I Was Young: Part Eight

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Purple is the color of royalty

So to kings we bid farewell

The script upon the page must flow

When ingenuity I don't feel

The flame has been put out and the drums no longer play

The jesters have put their jokes away, the sun is gone today

Farewell to kings and princes

All hope has just been lost

No feasts attended... oh spirit mend it! There is naught to boast

So the scribe’s the last to leave the stage

Having taken in all to see

Such as it is I know the sorrow… the scribe is me

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It was much too dry!

Play it with more passion

Seize the moment and make it last

Don’t go about it in this doleful fashion

Close your eyes and feel the rush

Everything explodes with every touch

If you show the right emotion

Sounds and smells all but collide

Oh music... we flit, we float, we fly

Take reins and dogs can run

Panting, straining and enjoying the fun

Laughter erupts and smiles break

If with precision and grace this moment you take

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Hard as it is to believe

I’m glad to see you leave

It opens another chapter

That we can approach in laughter

We drank from it

Now throw the gauntlet in the fire

“Is this love or just desire”

To be without you will be the test

And show us where we are best

I’ll take care if you do too

Is what we can say here and now

Miles apart the question is how?

We’re both young with our lives ahead

It’s not like we’ve made our bed

So no need to lie

Or spare a tear in eye

When it’s over and done, so be it

I just hope that we’ll both see it

For now we wait

In the way we communicate

To see if we’ll test time

Oh Lord this test is mine

To be true and without you

Let’s see what pulls me through

Written by YaSaBa (21/08/06)