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Frozen Hearts
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Eh These words mean nothing to me.
These words mean nothing to them.
Shot the hat of the preacher, Up in the clouds
What was grown, Was chopped down
I'm not hands with the gods
I am one with the dawn
I speak nothing of them...
These walls mean nothing to me. x2
These walls mean nothing to us. x2
No matter how many lives
No matter how many hearts
No matter how many he's got
No matter how many he's fought
Give us our rights. Give us our choice.
Give us our minds and give us our riot.
I'll mail you a check turned to a letter.
Beamed in a laser to our frozen hearts.
And we are all drowned in frozen hearts
We all are drowned in frozen hearts x4
We are given not a shot.
What was given?
What was given?
Nothing to me... Nothing to he... Nothing to she.....
These roads mean nothing to me.
These rules mean not life or death,
These eyes are mine in peril health
These skies mean all to us and our cells.
Holding the light, holding the light x4
I think you mighta been the
I think you mighta been the one to inspire my popcicle poem earlier. Not my best work, but you got me thinking of the feeling cold. Welcome to PP by the way. :)
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Life can be vague. Nice
Life can be vague. Nice write, but difficult to really judge a song so vague with no music.
~peace~
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
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i love the idea of frozen hearts..People not coming out to what they want to say and do