ian burns

The pain is real, it's hidden
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am i a poet?
a poet am i
i am a poet?
a poet i am
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I walked through a revolving glass door
leaving sticky paw prints
the cleaner, cleaned to restore it's beauty
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Look through her eyes tell me what do you see?

Do you see the mountain tops glisten
with the delights of her dreams
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Why cry, when laughing is your creed,
why be scared to die, when living is only a mortgage deed,
just a tiny point in time, you borrow,
would it only be a rhyme to say ''here today & gone tomorrow''
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Did I lose you or where you hiding
deep in a hollow, laughing at my misery
We were once together, happy within our memories
Summers, winters, autum then spring
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Have you ever watched the night falling into the light
what did you see, when the stars were set free
how did you feel, when a glimpse you did steal
of the night falling into the light.
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i am sad today, i lost my way.
some say, that i should pray
to Jesus Christ above
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how come i never knew you,
Yet we lived so close
you challenged me,
broke me,
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