Dream

"Life is only a dream. And we are the imagination of ourselves."

Bill Hicks

Wild Roses

You're beautiful, so silently
It lies beneath a shade of blue.

It struck me so violently,
When I looked at you.

But others pass, they never pause
To feel that magic in your hand.

To me you're like a wild rose.
They never understand why.

I cried for you
When the sky cried for you.

And when you went
I became a hopeless drifter.

But this life was not for you
Though I learned from you
That beauty need only be a whisper

I'll cross the sea for a different world
With your treasure, a secret for me to hold.

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