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Just Like Me
I think that your just like, I won't shake the tree.
You look to the floor, to the ground and never around.
Never to the sky and wonder why you have never been found.
You never talk and they all think that you never thought or think about your thoughts.
Your too shy to fly and talk about the days gone by and here and now.
You wonder how, you was never found like the sound of a church bell somewhere loud.
You think and never say about the day and the pain in the rain as your knees hurt.
You keep to the dirt because you know that your face shows to many scars,
and all that see will look at thee and never judge you for who you be.
I've seen the way you sway as you walk down past my way.
And I know that you do go for you stir and never show what the day holds.
You never give them reason nor rhyme or a sign that your there when the rain goes.
And although they stare to break your soul and make you pay the toll.
The tears they see when you see there glee, burns and washes the dirt underneath your feet.
So you cry and you know your shy just like me, your never free.
And you walk and you never talk and never look back from where you came.
It's a shame that your name will never be heard or found again one day.
Because your more than they think as they blink to the sound of you talking to yourself.
Because you were always taught, (just like me ), that the thought is always better than the sound.
And teach those that do not know, who speak and judge and scowl from below,
that your strength comes from the greens, the blues, the reds and the yellows.
I've seen your smile it's true and as real as the sky and her sparrows.
You'll light a room from the dark as you draw back your bow and conjour a spark from you burning arrows.
Theirs more to you, as you go and sow you seeds on abandoned ground that is fallow.
You love all that is good high up, beyond and under feet.
Your wonderful no matter the weather, like a droplet scatter from a birds wing as they beat.
Your beautiful inside and outside, on any side of the street, so you see...
I think that your just like me, I never shake the tree.
I look to the floor to the dirt and never to the horizon.
Never to the sky and I wonder why I've never seen the rising of the morning sun.
Why have you never seen the rising sun?
