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| by: Danny Speicher October 29th, 2009
Dreaming a dream as a child would dream Out upon the ocean, out past the stream I, wishing for nothing more than I had I, wondering when tomorrow might come I, pondering just where this dream came from Of me, on the ocean, just a small lad
Alone with the waves I rocked back and forth Somehow questioning my heart's true self-worth An odd question for a child so young An odd feeling of doubt stirring within An odd, oppressive, fear came forth therein A sinister lack of hope filled my lungs
"Alas, it's a dream," I heard myself say Tomorrow will bring a new, brighter day Even still I remained frightened and numb Even still I doubted what I had said Even still I questioned within my head Oh God, what if tomorrow never comes?
What if the fear inside of me remains? What if ghosts of past echo their refrain? Will I descend into madness alone? Will I die a man forgotten by time? Will I lose every friend gained in my prime? How can one conquer fear of the unknown?
Oh, Lord, save me from the fears of my past Lord, comfort me, for memories come fast Raise me from this mistrust within my heart Raise me from the lack of hope I have felt Raise me from the depression I've been dealt Lord, for your purpose, please set me apart
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| by: Danny Speicher October 11th, 2009 At times, pain can overcome joy There's really nothing to be done Except to sit through the darkness And to wait for the rising sun Although it may very well seem The horizon might ne'er embrace The bright rays of a brand new day And although hope seems out of place Remember the dawn is coming Remember that glorious sight Look to the stars in the darkness And just picture the morning light As it rises from east to west Illuminating each valley Don't lose hope within the shadows For joy, will soon, again, rally Yes, as it brightens every valley Remember, joy will soon, again, rally | | |
| by: Danny Speicher October 4th, 2009 Somewhere far away from the city streets A meadow of green cotton candy blades Rolls upon a mound of chocolatey dirt And the warm cinnamon winds gently flirt While geysers of cocoa playfully spurt In a place kids all know, simply, as Gumdrop Glades Ask Lil' Lew Lemondrop who knows the way Where the candy's free for the bill's been paid And the children can eat the sweets all day Without their teeth ever showing decay And there are no adults to scowl and say "Don't spoil your appetite down in Gumdrop Glades" Someday you should go adventure to see What lies just past the tall forest blockades Where the brook that babbles past forest trees In the glade, turns into sweetest sweet tea And candy cane bluffs... Quite a sight to see That rise up high on three sides down in Gumdrop Glades I hear when we see it we'll lose control And drink the waterfall of lemonade While small gumdrops drop from trees as they sway We'll wish there would be no end to that day As we play playfully as children play When our hopeful eyes finally spy Gumdrop Glades We'll wish there would be no end to that day As we play playfully as children play And we'll hope that we can, forever, stay Within a gingerbread house, down in Gumdrop Glades | | |
| by: Brooke Considine and Danny Speicher October 1st, 2009
Far, far in the back of the viney patch Lies a pumpkin without a stem And, on that pumpkin was a little hatch For no one knew it but him And, who was he, but a little field mouse That ate nothing but seeds For living inside of a pumpkin Gave him all the food he would need
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| by: Peter Gabriel
The book of love is long and boring No one can lift the damn thing It's full of charts and facts and figures And instructions for dancing But I I love it when you read to me And you You can read me anything
The book of love has music in it In fact that's where music comes from Some of it is just transcendental Some of it is just really dumb
But I I love it when you sing to me And you You can sing me anything
The book of love is long and boring And written very long ago It's full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes And things we're all too young to know
But I I love it when you give me things And you You ought to give me wedding rings
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