Brian Kilpatrick

The answer echoes
Against my empty soul
I listen to the waves
As they come and go
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Oh winters flake
Blown by the wind
So all alone
Until you find a friend
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Another lonely night
I wait by the shores of my mind
For a breeze to blow clear
The staleness that lingers there
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A faded picture
Full of hope
With mother and child
Ahead the unfurled road
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Heaven grows
On barren hearts
Fertilized with pain
When barren hearts fall apart
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First time I saw you sitting there like a nervous little angel ready to fly away
First time I talked to you I encouraged you to stay
First time I saw you smile, it made me smile too
Now I look into your eyes, I think I know something about love too
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The petal falls
The colors 
Of the apple blossom 
Rain on the eyes
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Looking for a parking spot
One last time
The boardwalks wait
One last time
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The truth lies
Somewhere between halve truths
And white lies
The truth lies
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My soul picked up momentum
As I accumulated more and more debris
Everything I came in contact with
Was sucked into the black hole
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Flawed diamond love
Some facets true
Some tragically flawed
Some large
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Beauty is a job well done
Art is being trapped by eternal Love

No one to answer to but ourselves
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You judge me before my words can come out
You can’t even look my way
And you leave me with no doubt
You won’t listen to a word I say
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Our hearts are woven together
Not by human strands
But from the mouth of God
Where all plans begin
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The all seeing eye
With ears two
Recording everything
That you say or do
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I want a happy anniversary kind of love
I don’t want a fall in love at first sight kind of love
I don’t want a puppy love kind of love
I don’t want an only in my dream kind of love
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I have seen your pleasure turn to pain
You don’t even recognize me
When I call your name
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Oh where do we come from
That we judge a man by his color
What heritage what rock
Did we crawl out of
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My heart must be blind
If this isn’t love
Love has sure been unkind
If this isn’t real
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I hear a far off storm brewing
I heard an angel calling
I heard of one more falling
Angel’s
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