Monthly Archives: April 2011
Refuse to Say Goodbye
By Kaoss
From time to time,
There comes a place
Where you must say goodbye.
But this is one of those
I must refuse
And ask why!
But this is one of those
I must refuse
And ask why!
There wasn’t enough time
To truly get to know
All the ups and downs
Life has to offer
To see all the wonders
And amaze at the splendor.
To feel the pain, the joy
and all that it offers.
But this is one of those
I must refuse
And ask why!
So I will keep
All the memories alive
here in my heart
Safe and warm
And refuse to say goodbye
Here in my heart
Safe and warm
And refuse to say goodbye
By Kaoss
From time to time,
There comes a place
Where you must say goodbye.
But this is one of those
I must refuse
And ask why!
But this is one of those
I must refuse
And ask why!
There wasn’t enough time
To truly get to know
All the ups and downs
Life has to offer
To see all the wonders
And amaze at the splendor.
To feel the pain, the joy
and all that it offers.
But this is one of those
I must refuse
And ask why!
So I will keep
All the memories alive
here in my heart
Safe and warm
And refuse to say goodbye
Here in my heart
Safe and warm
And refuse to say goodbye
Pain Sometimes, Never Fades
By Kaoss
The old saying goes:
something lost is something gained.
Did no one ever consider the pain?
Some times it’s too hard to see
the value of a lesson,
when what you lost
clouds the heart and mind.
Empty platitudes
and old wives tales
cannot replace when hurt assails.
to gain what’s necessary
the lesson learned.
One must get past the pain
of having been burned.
Minutes turn to hours
time and days do slide
It gets hard to function
with all the sludge inside
Time heals all wounds
They always say,
But does it really ever?
It’s hard to get past it.
When the world seems
Like it stringing you out with lies
Chalk lines converge
The soul still burns
But they say more emptiness
Who the hell are they any way!
By Kaoss
The old saying goes:
something lost is something gained.
Did no one ever consider the pain?
Some times it’s too hard to see
the value of a lesson,
when what you lost
clouds the heart and mind.
Empty platitudes
and old wives tales
cannot replace when hurt assails.
to gain what’s necessary
the lesson learned.
One must get past the pain
of having been burned.
Minutes turn to hours
time and days do slide
It gets hard to function
with all the sludge inside
Time heals all wounds
They always say,
But does it really ever?
It’s hard to get past it.
When the world seems
Like it stringing you out with lies
Chalk lines converge
The soul still burns
But they say more emptiness
Who the hell are they any way!
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