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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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