Marcus Nunnally

Some of the truly great things about summer,
the fresh grass can be smelled for miles.
For most of my family the winter's a bummer.
It sure has it's share of trials.
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I'd really hate to imagine that I've let them all down.
Those gone before, at rest beyond clouds.
Though there are many who wouldn't actually care.
There are still many more that would roll in dispair.
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I need to dissolve
this battle's resolve,
of destroying all that I am.
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Why is it when I see,
I don't see clearly?
Why do they hurt,
these things I love dearly?
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Welcome me back,
to the place I was before.
Never had to choose,
so many open doors.
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I miss you when you are not around,
though when you are close, I feel put down.
Now that I am older, you should ease on the control.
Stop trying to direct me and accept that I am grown.
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What a wonderful sound when my guitar sings,
the vibe can be felt for miles.
The joy and the hope as professed from it's strings,
means everyone will leave wearing smiles.
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Where do You hide, when I am fit-to-be-tide, and I truly know not what to do.
I wish I could see, all of Your deeds, and the marvelous works that You do,
but where can I find, enough precious time, to allow this dream to come true?
I do miss the days where we'd sing Your praise, with a camfire all aglow,
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Have you noticed that I am here?
Am I hidden by my beer?
Even though I'll bring you cheer.
Smack! The bug is now a smear.
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Darkness though I run to thee
Still love sunlight, though not good for me
Low tide draws back to reveal the sea
All have cures for ailing needs.
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Given recognition as the roadtrip king,
it was so hard to stay in one place.
Some tried to prevent these accomplishing feats,
but my ego would flare in their face.
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When you wake from a dream, which has seemed your reality,
your eyes blinded by a gleam, from a long and distant galaxy.
You recall it as close, much as a friend,
so lost in this cloud, without beginning or end.
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What little bit of love you need,
hard to imagine a world with no peace.
Wrought with famine; can't get a new lease,
looks like we've succumbed to war and disease.
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Sounds
get down
uptown
all around.
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I would not be alive
if you hadn't strived,
to make me all that I am.
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I think it was at Thanksgiving back in 1995,
when things started warming, and the party came alive.
The crew found its groove at the end of the road,
many empty bottles, and some sunk a boat...
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Conversate with strangers just to pass the time,
state your own opinion, is where they draw their line.
Gather up around you, begin to throw their darts,
make every statement personal, and get you in the heart.
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Never too young
to learn how life's done
yet bound in a home
never left out to roam.
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There is nothing more pure than the little snowflake
each one's unique splendor is new.
Peer out the window, watching ducks cross the lake
just remembering in that which is truth.
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Brisk, chilly air brings in a whole different feel,
I've never seen so many shades of grey.
Retreat from the shore to begin climbing hills,
finding new ways of facing the days.
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