The rose may be beautiful
The rose may be strong
The rose may be delicate
The rose may be exquisite
The rose may be desirable
But every rose has its thorns.
The thorns may be astute
The thorns may be sharp
The thorns may be conscious
The thorns may be original
But every thorn has its own storm.
The storm may be tough
The storm may be relentless
The storm may be foolish
The storm may be afraid
But every storm may adore
And every storm may love
Nevertheless the rose is always there at the end of the storm.
I will always be your rose through the storms.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
When Words Fail
A picture is only a picture
A moment caught in time
A moment that never wishes to be forgotten
But how do you catch a feeling?
You may assume the feeling that is being portrayed in the picture
But you wont really know
Until you know the story behind the picture
You will never know.
A moment caught in time
A moment that never wishes to be forgotten
But how do you catch a feeling?
You may assume the feeling that is being portrayed in the picture
But you wont really know
Until you know the story behind the picture
You will never know.
Surrender
I let the flames crawl up my spine
I let them spill out when i see you
I let the idea of love swirl around in my heart
I let the burning ease melt away the fear
I let my mind go blank
All that happens when in your arms
Your warm embrace
Your to tight pull
Your Love.
I let them spill out when i see you
I let the idea of love swirl around in my heart
I let the burning ease melt away the fear
I let my mind go blank
All that happens when in your arms
Your warm embrace
Your to tight pull
Your Love.
Ours
The kiss you are giving
Or the one you are receiving
The kiss you are enduring
Or the one you are savoring
The kiss you are feeling
Or the one that’s curing
The kiss you suffer for
Or the one that’s soothing
A kiss means sharing
or does it mean daring
a kiss is an offering
or is it demanding
a kiss is an open invitation
or is it a push to surrender everything
a kiss can be beautiful and pure
or full of desire and lust
a kiss given with soul and heart
is our unspoken loving part.
Or the one you are receiving
The kiss you are enduring
Or the one you are savoring
The kiss you are feeling
Or the one that’s curing
The kiss you suffer for
Or the one that’s soothing
A kiss means sharing
or does it mean daring
a kiss is an offering
or is it demanding
a kiss is an open invitation
or is it a push to surrender everything
a kiss can be beautiful and pure
or full of desire and lust
a kiss given with soul and heart
is our unspoken loving part.
Monday, October 26, 2009
snit bits
For you a thousand times over
For her a thousand times again
For him a thousand sins.
--
If i were the apple, and you were the tree, would you hold me up?
And when i drop, would you grow your grass thicker to cushion me?
What if when i planted my seed and started to grow, would you nurture and protect me?
And if it rained and if it snowed, what would be the effect?
--
brick by brick we build our walls strong and tall.
-> how do i keep this one liner going?
--
For her a thousand times again
For him a thousand sins.
--
If i were the apple, and you were the tree, would you hold me up?
And when i drop, would you grow your grass thicker to cushion me?
What if when i planted my seed and started to grow, would you nurture and protect me?
And if it rained and if it snowed, what would be the effect?
--
brick by brick we build our walls strong and tall.
-> how do i keep this one liner going?
--
Sunday, October 25, 2009
i know i cant change things right now, but ill keep a look out for tomorrow.
Yesterday seems just a dream away
Today seems as though yesterday never happened
Tomorrow may be a nightmare.
Yesterday a smile passed between the gap
Today a whispers of words sets a trap
Tomorrow, we walk right into it.
Yesterday you walk alittle faster
Today a hop skip and a jump
Tomorrow eyes met and hearts pump.
Yesterday a decision away
Today a mess of confusion
Tomorrow's all illusions.
Today seems as though yesterday never happened
Tomorrow may be a nightmare.
Yesterday a smile passed between the gap
Today a whispers of words sets a trap
Tomorrow, we walk right into it.
Yesterday you walk alittle faster
Today a hop skip and a jump
Tomorrow eyes met and hearts pump.
Yesterday a decision away
Today a mess of confusion
Tomorrow's all illusions.
Saturday, April 4, 2009
random crumbs of delightful words.
When the world comes crashing down
And there's no where left to run,
You can always run into my arms.
If you dance, ill dance by your side
If you cry, then ill be the shoulder you lean on
If you run, then ill run right behind you
If you love, then ill keep on loving you.
You tell me you'll always be there for me, but what ever happened to alittle reassurance without lying right to my face?
Love is a dangerous thing,
Its what people look for, long for, and die for.
The stories of a love fought battle, or a prince charming and his princess,
It always ends badly, but Life isnt worth living, if you dont atleast try to live it.
And there's no where left to run,
You can always run into my arms.
If you dance, ill dance by your side
If you cry, then ill be the shoulder you lean on
If you run, then ill run right behind you
If you love, then ill keep on loving you.
You tell me you'll always be there for me, but what ever happened to alittle reassurance without lying right to my face?
Love is a dangerous thing,
Its what people look for, long for, and die for.
The stories of a love fought battle, or a prince charming and his princess,
It always ends badly, but Life isnt worth living, if you dont atleast try to live it.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Untitled
Looking across the long and distant frozen waters, unable to see the end,
One tends to get caught up in the moment, and thoughts tend to wander and roam.
Say about how love seems to find us in the most unexpected ways
Sometimes unwanted, but for the most part, just unexpected.
Its a scary thing, that drives people to do things they never would have before.
Creating the feeling that one can do anything,
One tends to get caught up in the moment, and thoughts tend to wander and roam.
Say about how love seems to find us in the most unexpected ways
Sometimes unwanted, but for the most part, just unexpected.
Its a scary thing, that drives people to do things they never would have before.
Creating the feeling that one can do anything,
Monday, March 30, 2009
Someday
Some would say
That love is more then just a game for 2
Some would say
That you and i make 1 and 1 equal 2
Some would say
That hand in hand we make it all come true
Some would say
That one day the sky will be blue
Some would say
That tomorrow rain will fall and you and i will stick like glue
That love is more then just a game for 2
Some would say
That you and i make 1 and 1 equal 2
Some would say
That hand in hand we make it all come true
Some would say
That one day the sky will be blue
Some would say
That tomorrow rain will fall and you and i will stick like glue
shadow pupet
Pasted against the wall
Walking strong and tall
Some days you see me while others im not even there at all
You see right through me just to look at her
wasting away while the sun fades into the abyss
Walking strong and tall
Some days you see me while others im not even there at all
You see right through me just to look at her
wasting away while the sun fades into the abyss
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Storm watch
Seems like nothing ever comes gradually,
Just full fores like a storm,
Builds up and no one seems to care until you cant see 2ft in front of you, till the world around you is in utter chaos.
But all storms blow over, no matter the damage they seem to leave behind.
Then its left to you, and the ones around you who care, to pick up the pieces, and watch the next storm come from across the river.
Just full fores like a storm,
Builds up and no one seems to care until you cant see 2ft in front of you, till the world around you is in utter chaos.
But all storms blow over, no matter the damage they seem to leave behind.
Then its left to you, and the ones around you who care, to pick up the pieces, and watch the next storm come from across the river.
Friday, March 27, 2009
Our world
I dont understand
And neither does he
Of how you gain pleasure from others pain
Does it give you a sense of power?
Like your on top of the tower, head of the game
But in truth you know nothing will ever be the same
You've done it before and you say you'll never do it again
Then what do you call the telephone call at 2am
You've been in my place you've seen what it does
You of all people should understand the feelings that come along
That people bring forward
While some shut the door in your face, others open it wider
We ALL call it out in dire need
In need of help in need of love
Were always calling, always wanting
Wanting the feeling of being needed, of being seen, of someone understanding the insane lunatic rants of our world we supposedly take pride in
Pride for what, for the gun raids going on on the other side of the world? For the beautiful forests and seas, polluted with our garbage? Or is it for the stunning jewels on your fiancees hand imported from a country at war.
What will it take for us to realize that we humans have blood shed in our nature, we have a sick spot in our minds that takes pleasure from witnessing another's hurt, another's pain, another's defeat.
People have tried music, have tried rallies they have tried many things to get the message across, but in fact,even the people against it have found a way to fall back on violence as a way to show whats happening to our world.
But how does that help? how does that show that its not necessary to blow someones brains out the other side of their head, because they are not good enough, they dont think the same way as everyone should, they have a dream, a idea of what our world should be like.
So what should it look like? should we go back, to sticks and stones, or should we wait and see what the future throws back at us? And see what happens when theres nothing left.
Our world is a terrible place with dark corners everywhere.
But our world is full of life, of beauty, we jsut need to learn how to balance it, and theres no way to learn without failing atleast a few times. You need to know how, experience how to do something wrong, before you know how to do it right.
And neither does he
Of how you gain pleasure from others pain
Does it give you a sense of power?
Like your on top of the tower, head of the game
But in truth you know nothing will ever be the same
You've done it before and you say you'll never do it again
Then what do you call the telephone call at 2am
You've been in my place you've seen what it does
You of all people should understand the feelings that come along
That people bring forward
While some shut the door in your face, others open it wider
We ALL call it out in dire need
In need of help in need of love
Were always calling, always wanting
Wanting the feeling of being needed, of being seen, of someone understanding the insane lunatic rants of our world we supposedly take pride in
Pride for what, for the gun raids going on on the other side of the world? For the beautiful forests and seas, polluted with our garbage? Or is it for the stunning jewels on your fiancees hand imported from a country at war.
What will it take for us to realize that we humans have blood shed in our nature, we have a sick spot in our minds that takes pleasure from witnessing another's hurt, another's pain, another's defeat.
People have tried music, have tried rallies they have tried many things to get the message across, but in fact,even the people against it have found a way to fall back on violence as a way to show whats happening to our world.
But how does that help? how does that show that its not necessary to blow someones brains out the other side of their head, because they are not good enough, they dont think the same way as everyone should, they have a dream, a idea of what our world should be like.
So what should it look like? should we go back, to sticks and stones, or should we wait and see what the future throws back at us? And see what happens when theres nothing left.
Our world is a terrible place with dark corners everywhere.
But our world is full of life, of beauty, we jsut need to learn how to balance it, and theres no way to learn without failing atleast a few times. You need to know how, experience how to do something wrong, before you know how to do it right.
Monday, February 16, 2009
Changed?
One day everything changed
I met him in the most creative ways
And everything changed
Swept up in a world unknown
Pretending like everything was okay
Then everything changed
Felt like the world was scripted and my life was a movie
And just like the movies, the good things only last about a hour
Thats when everything changed
Had some new people all very chill and different
Different from what i was used to
Different from what used to be okay
That was the night that everything changed
Just like the movies things came crashing down harder then ever
Like shattering glass on the cement outside at the park
Bits and pieces flew everywhere, no one understood how they all got there
But there they were
That was how everything changed
Now im left with jsut a few there to watch me pick up the pieces
Theres no guarantee of how long it will take
But i will make sure to fix it all
Everyone is afraid of change
Terrified to be exact
And i say, in some ways, they have good reason.
I met him in the most creative ways
And everything changed
Swept up in a world unknown
Pretending like everything was okay
Then everything changed
Felt like the world was scripted and my life was a movie
And just like the movies, the good things only last about a hour
Thats when everything changed
Had some new people all very chill and different
Different from what i was used to
Different from what used to be okay
That was the night that everything changed
Just like the movies things came crashing down harder then ever
Like shattering glass on the cement outside at the park
Bits and pieces flew everywhere, no one understood how they all got there
But there they were
That was how everything changed
Now im left with jsut a few there to watch me pick up the pieces
Theres no guarantee of how long it will take
But i will make sure to fix it all
Everyone is afraid of change
Terrified to be exact
And i say, in some ways, they have good reason.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Death
Death is not the end of life nor the beginning
It is somewhere in the middle
Where you were to leave the only life we know
And enter another
One we know nothing about
Starting off as innocent infants
Crawling and learning to touch and feel
Living our lives all over again
Only ass backwards and upside down
To write something beautiful about life or death is a challenge,
One i have not risen up to yet
There are those are find themselves stuck between life and death
Those who fear the end
In every story and every fairy tale ever written, there never was a real end
It was always "and they lived happily ever after" then the end
Or "and so it was that this this and that" then the end
The end always comes after a explanation of life
Death in stories is never the end, so why is it always the end in real life?
No, Death is the start of something new, the end of something brilliant, and the middle of one persons hand written story.
It is somewhere in the middle
Where you were to leave the only life we know
And enter another
One we know nothing about
Starting off as innocent infants
Crawling and learning to touch and feel
Living our lives all over again
Only ass backwards and upside down
To write something beautiful about life or death is a challenge,
One i have not risen up to yet
There are those are find themselves stuck between life and death
Those who fear the end
In every story and every fairy tale ever written, there never was a real end
It was always "and they lived happily ever after" then the end
Or "and so it was that this this and that" then the end
The end always comes after a explanation of life
Death in stories is never the end, so why is it always the end in real life?
No, Death is the start of something new, the end of something brilliant, and the middle of one persons hand written story.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
life
with no maps, no routs and no real plans
its all very unexpected
walking where your feet take you
some people live it more then others
its a adventure you will never come out alive from.
its all very unexpected
walking where your feet take you
some people live it more then others
its a adventure you will never come out alive from.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Bits and Pieces
-As the snow falls on the ground, the steaming combination of limestone, clay, sand and shale shines in the incandescent vivid moon light.
The snow falls in twirls around them as they draw a picture in the snow, just for fun you know, but more then that also.
Winning points is easier then 1 2 and 3, take her hand and pull her along the icy crystal ending with a smile bigger then before, you didnt think you could make it more.
Some people laugh and pry as you tell them the stories, but not to worry none of them have felt the way they do.
No one will fully understand the titanic feeling they have when standing together just being right there is better then before.
They dont have to pretend anymore, being just themselves is all that is needed to make the other smile.
Even a thousand miles is not enough to break apart the winding thoughts of being here on this cold winter night
- November 11th 2008
You gave me a key but said you lost the lock and that it was up to me to find it.
- Jan 9th 2009
Jealousy, you watch her as her green dress sweeps across the floor tempting you with her beauty.
Calling at you with envy shining in her eyes
She calls at you from the other side of the room. you try not to let her louring smell pick you up and dance you across the room, into her green aura.
- Jan 11th 2009
Desire and Fear.
you put them in a room, one is bound to kill the other sooner or later.
its just a matter of who wins.
and when.
- Jan 18 2009
The snow falls in twirls around them as they draw a picture in the snow, just for fun you know, but more then that also.
Winning points is easier then 1 2 and 3, take her hand and pull her along the icy crystal ending with a smile bigger then before, you didnt think you could make it more.
Some people laugh and pry as you tell them the stories, but not to worry none of them have felt the way they do.
No one will fully understand the titanic feeling they have when standing together just being right there is better then before.
They dont have to pretend anymore, being just themselves is all that is needed to make the other smile.
Even a thousand miles is not enough to break apart the winding thoughts of being here on this cold winter night
- November 11th 2008
You gave me a key but said you lost the lock and that it was up to me to find it.
- Jan 9th 2009
Jealousy, you watch her as her green dress sweeps across the floor tempting you with her beauty.
Calling at you with envy shining in her eyes
She calls at you from the other side of the room. you try not to let her louring smell pick you up and dance you across the room, into her green aura.
- Jan 11th 2009
Desire and Fear.
you put them in a room, one is bound to kill the other sooner or later.
its just a matter of who wins.
and when.
- Jan 18 2009
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Promotion
You give me Butterflies and sometimes even Dragonflies
I can feel them flying around my heart as it pumps a feeling of warmth and desire through my veins
A trail of buzzing need left from your single touch , a single heart beating as it hits the iron bars restricting it to let out one single solitary sound.
A dream a thousand years ago could kill a little bird, a plenty foot steps in the sand could blind the naked eye.
A glance my way could send my heart in a thousand different directions, all ending with a "u".
Suddenly the world goes slow, arm in arm a puzzle perfect, something lost now found beating all around to a unuttered tune
dont you understand that we belong
Among all the trapped voiceless beating clocks while ours can sing out in perfect harmony or melodie what ever comes to mind
Because you know, that you give me Butterflies and sometimes even Dragonflies.
I see them while i lay gazing in the dark; they dance and sing a simple hymn around a blazing fire.
They put on a show, to hide the depleted meaning, of want and greed. it almost seems so, to take something so indescribable.
The piano plays a tune as we dance around the room while the pen swirls a tale of stories in a journal
Maybe one day they'll understand you and me, the silly things they can not see, that give me the shivers down my spine, sending a wave of overwhelming adore down the nerves to the tips of my fingers, where they meet your own.
Because you know, that you give me Butterflies and sometimes even Dragonflies.
I can feel them flying around my heart as it pumps a feeling of warmth and desire through my veins
A trail of buzzing need left from your single touch , a single heart beating as it hits the iron bars restricting it to let out one single solitary sound.
A dream a thousand years ago could kill a little bird, a plenty foot steps in the sand could blind the naked eye.
A glance my way could send my heart in a thousand different directions, all ending with a "u".
Suddenly the world goes slow, arm in arm a puzzle perfect, something lost now found beating all around to a unuttered tune
dont you understand that we belong
Among all the trapped voiceless beating clocks while ours can sing out in perfect harmony or melodie what ever comes to mind
Because you know, that you give me Butterflies and sometimes even Dragonflies.
I see them while i lay gazing in the dark; they dance and sing a simple hymn around a blazing fire.
They put on a show, to hide the depleted meaning, of want and greed. it almost seems so, to take something so indescribable.
The piano plays a tune as we dance around the room while the pen swirls a tale of stories in a journal
Maybe one day they'll understand you and me, the silly things they can not see, that give me the shivers down my spine, sending a wave of overwhelming adore down the nerves to the tips of my fingers, where they meet your own.
Because you know, that you give me Butterflies and sometimes even Dragonflies.
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Oh tell me
You are my analgesia, you take the night and turn it to day, your beguiling sense of humor drives me dawn till dusk.
While all the world sleeps in soundless slumbers, there will always be the silent ring of happy lyrics, with skin as white as winters snow a storm brews between us, pulling the clouds to a never ending space with rain fall down poor and winds sharp as an icy stare on a frigid summers dream.
A cat naps on a table while stars fill the sky, the world all around us pours with unuttered cries. A young lady calling for a child, A child calling for a chance to have a feeling of contentment, A woman calls for her unborn child, doomed to die within the hour, A war broken out there, while a genocide happens over here.
You are my analgesia, you take the night and turn it to day, your beguiling sense of humor drives me dawn till dusk.
Paint a picture that all will regard full of life and color. One has a dream while the other has a thought, put it into action, for maybe, he shall not. To all actions there is a reaction to be viewed upon, one spoken word can follow a thousand hidden. Blame all others but yourself, have a little tea party with molasses.
A diary filled with thoughts and actions speaking of his beauty here and her jealousy there. He would kill for a spot on those pages, filled with her story, beautiful and horrific, nonsensical and empathizing. There for all others while they are no where to be found. Feelings of regret and anxiety grip at your chest, pulling tugging tearing at your innermost fears, bringing them to life before your eyes. So tell me here and there child, where is the beauty in our world now?
within each and everyone one of you its just waiting to be found.
While all the world sleeps in soundless slumbers, there will always be the silent ring of happy lyrics, with skin as white as winters snow a storm brews between us, pulling the clouds to a never ending space with rain fall down poor and winds sharp as an icy stare on a frigid summers dream.
A cat naps on a table while stars fill the sky, the world all around us pours with unuttered cries. A young lady calling for a child, A child calling for a chance to have a feeling of contentment, A woman calls for her unborn child, doomed to die within the hour, A war broken out there, while a genocide happens over here.
You are my analgesia, you take the night and turn it to day, your beguiling sense of humor drives me dawn till dusk.
Paint a picture that all will regard full of life and color. One has a dream while the other has a thought, put it into action, for maybe, he shall not. To all actions there is a reaction to be viewed upon, one spoken word can follow a thousand hidden. Blame all others but yourself, have a little tea party with molasses.
A diary filled with thoughts and actions speaking of his beauty here and her jealousy there. He would kill for a spot on those pages, filled with her story, beautiful and horrific, nonsensical and empathizing. There for all others while they are no where to be found. Feelings of regret and anxiety grip at your chest, pulling tugging tearing at your innermost fears, bringing them to life before your eyes. So tell me here and there child, where is the beauty in our world now?
within each and everyone one of you its just waiting to be found.
Monday, November 17, 2008
Till the sun rose
Shes prefect like a diamond in the sky
Only one fault lies behind those perfect eyes
A wilted rose she is
Broken and protected with thorns dull but piercing to the heart
Blank paper fills her books
Flattened petals caress the pages with a gentle horror
Filling them with life and color; beauty and deception
Making the moon shine bright in the sky
As you look deep into thyne eyes
From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty's rose might never die.
A ludicrous little dream that worms its way deep into our deepest desires
You crave her like the hunter craves the hunted
The wind that whistles through her hair
Sweet nothingness fills the air
Holding onto the stem as it impinges through your skin
Infecting your blood like wildfire
Spreading through your body
Sending pain and agony to the farthest corners of your mind.
Blinding you , creating a poison, a evil, a secret delight
You are bereft of reason, why not indulge in this esoteric being
My words fly up, my thoughts remain below: Words without thoughts lead to untold places and unsaid histories
Faith placing footsteps in place for us to follow
Picking roses along the way
Only one fault lies behind those perfect eyes
A wilted rose she is
Broken and protected with thorns dull but piercing to the heart
Blank paper fills her books
Flattened petals caress the pages with a gentle horror
Filling them with life and color; beauty and deception
Making the moon shine bright in the sky
As you look deep into thyne eyes
From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty's rose might never die.
A ludicrous little dream that worms its way deep into our deepest desires
You crave her like the hunter craves the hunted
The wind that whistles through her hair
Sweet nothingness fills the air
Holding onto the stem as it impinges through your skin
Infecting your blood like wildfire
Spreading through your body
Sending pain and agony to the farthest corners of your mind.
Blinding you , creating a poison, a evil, a secret delight
You are bereft of reason, why not indulge in this esoteric being
My words fly up, my thoughts remain below: Words without thoughts lead to untold places and unsaid histories
Faith placing footsteps in place for us to follow
Picking roses along the way
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
unfinished
He's the foot ball player , who's playn' her heart
She's the ball up in the air, there if he wants
In his arms one minuet then across the field
Take a chance, Make a run for it
Blue skies and Butterflys
Tea cups and Cherry pie
Stained Dresses in a line
Mistakes that are all mine
Two people in a field
Hand in Hand they are one
Hearts beating like a drum
Music ringing in the air
Hour by Hour it all becomes clear
Decorate the Christmas tree
Paint a picture of perfection
A stare that could last a eternity
A life that will be forever changed
Do you ever wonder what to do, when others are less involved then you?
When you start a plan, for a spectacular dance
And you are more devoted then the others, but cant seem to shake them off the planning?
Do you ever wonder why, there are a thousand stars, way up in the sky?
Do you ever wonder why, light turns to dark? and day turns to night?
Do you ever just sit here and wonder
About the things that make our world
Do you ever wonder why?
Do you ever stop and look at the detail?
Do you ever "stop and smell the roses?"
Do you ever stop rushing right on by
All the beauty and wonder thats right outside
Take a second even a minuet and just look
Your parents say its rude to stare, but this is a exception
for a exceptional sight.
Discovery Channel - I Love the World commercial
I love the mountains
I love the clear blue skies
I love big bridges
I love when great whites fly
I love the whole world
And all its sights and sounds
Boom-dee-ah-da, boom-dee-ah-da
Boom-dee-ah-da, boom-dee-ah-da
I love the oceans
I love real dirty things [Mike Rowe]
I love to go fast
I love Egyptian kings
I love the whole world
And all its craziness
Boom-dee-ah-da, boom-dee-ah-da
Boom-dee-ah-da, boom-dee-ah-da [Richard Machowicz]
I love tornadoes [Joshua Wurman]
I love arachnids [Bear Grylls]
I love hot magma
I love the giant squids
I love the whole world
It's such a brilliant place
Boom-dee-ah-da, boom-dee-ah-da [Jamie Hyneman and Adam Savage]
Boom-dee-ah-da, boom-dee-ah-da [Stephen Hawking]
Boom-dee-ah-da, boom-dee-ah-da
Boom-dee-ah-da, boom-dee-ah-da
Boom-dee-ah-da, boom-dee-ah-da
............
She's the ball up in the air, there if he wants
In his arms one minuet then across the field
Take a chance, Make a run for it
Blue skies and Butterflys
Tea cups and Cherry pie
Stained Dresses in a line
Mistakes that are all mine
Two people in a field
Hand in Hand they are one
Hearts beating like a drum
Music ringing in the air
Hour by Hour it all becomes clear
Decorate the Christmas tree
Paint a picture of perfection
A stare that could last a eternity
A life that will be forever changed
Do you ever wonder what to do, when others are less involved then you?
When you start a plan, for a spectacular dance
And you are more devoted then the others, but cant seem to shake them off the planning?
Do you ever wonder why, there are a thousand stars, way up in the sky?
Do you ever wonder why, light turns to dark? and day turns to night?
Do you ever just sit here and wonder
About the things that make our world
Do you ever wonder why?
Do you ever stop and look at the detail?
Do you ever "stop and smell the roses?"
Do you ever stop rushing right on by
All the beauty and wonder thats right outside
Take a second even a minuet and just look
Your parents say its rude to stare, but this is a exception
for a exceptional sight.
Discovery Channel - I Love the World commercial
I love the mountains
I love the clear blue skies
I love big bridges
I love when great whites fly
I love the whole world
And all its sights and sounds
Boom-dee-ah-da, boom-dee-ah-da
Boom-dee-ah-da, boom-dee-ah-da
I love the oceans
I love real dirty things [Mike Rowe]
I love to go fast
I love Egyptian kings
I love the whole world
And all its craziness
Boom-dee-ah-da, boom-dee-ah-da
Boom-dee-ah-da, boom-dee-ah-da [Richard Machowicz]
I love tornadoes [Joshua Wurman]
I love arachnids [Bear Grylls]
I love hot magma
I love the giant squids
I love the whole world
It's such a brilliant place
Boom-dee-ah-da, boom-dee-ah-da [Jamie Hyneman and Adam Savage]
Boom-dee-ah-da, boom-dee-ah-da [Stephen Hawking]
Boom-dee-ah-da, boom-dee-ah-da
Boom-dee-ah-da, boom-dee-ah-da
Boom-dee-ah-da, boom-dee-ah-da
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