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Stop looking under the light,
Watch the person in the back,
Observe the bag that's being filled, not what they pack,
At the end of each verse sung, she'll take in her breath,
Pay attention at this time, for once ignore the rest.
Behind the fist throwing the punch, is an angry mind,
Instead of jumping the gun, find out why he's unkind,
The waves you like to surf on, don't keep themselves alive,
May this thought run through your mind next time you take a dive.
All birds that fly through the sky rely on air,
This force although is never seen, of it we're aware,
Look past the tree, into the space between it's leaves,
Given time, you'll perceive far subtler energies;
Don't just focus on the scenes, but what lies behind them too,
Because the scenes wouldn't exist, without the backup crew.
GOD OF THE WORLD
Beautiful star shining bright
Wants to be the brightest light
Longed to shine above them all
But that lust caused him to fall;
Now he works both night and day
Leading all the sheep astray
God of schemes and lies and tricks
Leading us all to the pits.
With his sugar-coated hand
Poisons the grass and feeds the lamb,
Sadly enough we take his bait
Although we know it seals our fate;
In a helpless sea of pain
He washes our souls down the drain
He loves it so much to see sin
As this is sorrow for the King,
But since he knows that he will pay
He makes the most of everyday,
So that when he suffers pain
His works would not have been in vain.
LOOK UP
One sure way to happiness is to get your mind on track,
And to help in doing this see the white spot in the black,
Our shadows will always be with us, this i know is true,
But to focus on them only makes it worse for you.
When you put stuff in the trash, you never go back to with it play,
But instead, put it out for the truck to take away,
So why keep and play with mental trash?
It's of no more use to you,
Surley the situation taught something, now it's unhealthy too.
Some bad experience in the past, really hurt your heart,
But to keep reliving it will tear your soul apart,
So everytime this frightful beast rares it's ugly head,
Switch your attention to something nice that makes you smile instead,
At first this will be very hard but practice makes perfect,
So keep trying, believe you me, it really is worth it.
THE TRAP CALLED LIFE
You go to school from four years old, the first part of your life,
When that's done, if you're lucky, college takes another slice,
After years of studying, finally ready for your job,
And from morning till evening you'll work, except the sick days that you rob.
Sure you get vacation, about three weeks every year,
And when time for the long one comes there're grey parts in your hair.
So, to put it in a nutshell, you work from four to sixty-five,
And by the time you get that old, you're tired being alive.
