My Red House
Shh, be quiet as a mouse
I once played in that red house
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The swift caress of the breeze
Touching my skin with such ease
Lightly as a feather of a singing bird
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A vision of pure wonder for all to see
Interrupted by the conflict of sadness within me
I can not quite embrace the beauty of this present moment
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My Paladin Knight
Do not leave me tonight
As I need you through the night
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My body ached with pain
Beaten down, wet in rain
My heart worn, in need of healing
Searching for a solution to my hurting
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I sit, I speak and I cry
A quiet, muffled sigh
Looking up, I try to speak
My voice frozen, oh so weak
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Life gave me many signs to follow
But sometimes fear was in the way
I kept hoping for a better tomorrow
Not wanting to face what I had today
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Inner growth is a transition
A moment, a time, in motion
Our injuries seeking validation
Our sense of self needing vindication
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Moments like these
Gives me a sense of ease
My senses hearing the slightest breeze
Singing such sweet soft melodies
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