These hands have killed thousands
These eyes have seen the blood stained battlefields and those they could not save
These ears have heard the screams as they were blasted into bits
This nose has smelled the reek of rotting flesh when you come upon the body
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Can we pretend that love is like candy?
Sweet all the time
Can we pretend that city lights are like star light?
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The butterfly takes wing
Landing on an open blossom
Tiny colorful designs
Spreading across both wings
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The street lights loom above me as I walk through the night
Down the street
Cold, bitter, sharp wind pierces my face like a hundred knives
My heart feels as heavy as a lead weight
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Psychedelic fields
With rainbow people
Frolicking back and forth
Picking kaleidoscope flowers
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How long have you stood in the park?
How many people have picnicked at your roots?
How many naps have you shaded?
How many leaves and acorns have you had to say good-bye to?
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Did she fall from a shooting star?
Glittering with stardust
With hair like moonbeams
And eyes like the sun
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An American prince
Him with his blue jeans
And his ripped t-shirt
And shades hiding his face
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Waking up and walking on
And falling down and getting up
To walk on again
Only to fall once more
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