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Visions in my mind

Dreams only to find

     dusky gray

Like someone in a dream

You know is there

But you just can't see beyond the clouded air



Only to know, only to see ahead

To watch ourselves grow

To see our souls led

to the heights of heaven

Or the pits of hell



Seeing the end

Some would condemn

Their hopes and dreams

To be lost, so it seems

Seeking to find what they cannot give

Something so strong like the will to live



Rhythms in my head

A misty place from here where shadows have fled

Running into the sound

Broken dreams shattered to the ground



I know the feelings that they have shared

When all is lost and the soul left bare

Seeking to find what they cannot give

Hoping to keep the will to live



This emptiness full of agony

Continues to grow larger inside of me

The will to live is like the setting sun

Slipping away until darkness has won



The wind blows cold stinging like a knife

Just like the tormented years of my life

Only from the warmth of the rising sun

Can I collide with freedom and become one



Seeing the end

Will I condemn

All my hopes and dreams

To be lost, so it seems



The dream seems to come close to an end

Please someone wake me

And help my soul to mend…

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is one of several works written with a good friend (Todd Anderson).  We would go out to the Northern California coast (Bodega Bay) and just write stuff.  This one came about from a melody I had written years before but could never find words to go with it.  He showed me a poem he was working on and it fit perfectly.  From there we added the rest.  You can read more of Todd's works at: www.geocities.com/longhaired_desertrat.  Tell him Scrapp sent you.

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©25 July 2002 - 1:48am — keithwhitacre
26 July 2002 - 5:39am — stustaub
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You've shown me this before, but that does nothing to lessen it. There seems a constant theme of happiness and misery swatting each other around, and at the end there is no clear-cut victor--and that's a perfect way to end it. Sometimes the happy days don't win out over the not-so-happy-days, and we are left with "dusky gray."