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Lizzie
04:34
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Oh Smiling, Daughter
you grew wings to conquer-
The thrill of your feet,
stomp on mountain dirt-
Into the hemlock trees,
For your rebirth.
She closes her eyes
to a stormy sky.
"Here in the twilight,
cold and gray,
Lifeless, but beautiful, she lay,
And from the sky serene and far,
A voice fell like a falling star"-
Oh Courageous, Brother
you held our daughters-
Through gale and fear,
you battled for control-
But the wind whipped,
Carrying away Lizzie’s soul.
"Here in the twilight,
cold and gray,
Lifeless, but beautiful, she lay,
And from the sky serene and far,
A voice fell like a falling star- Excelsior,
Excelsior!”
Morning light, they carried her body
down the mountain.
To Glenn House and then,
Kennebunk Town.
The coroner and I, remarked
on the smile upon her face.
Lizzie, my daughter, once
Full of energy and grace.
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Beloved Lie
03:16
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Dissolve beloved lie, the burning image the bondage of I
In rhythm rise to the ancient sound of the wise dream
and you can feel like giving it up but you can’t start now
and you can feel like letting it go but you don’t know how
Life is blind you fall and fall into what you know not
Turn that fall into a choice and choose to dive deep
I am the dark, the cave the source at the center of all
Seek the stag and watch as he becomes the first forest
and you can feel like giving it up but you can’t start now
and you can feel like letting it go but you don’t know how
Life is blind you fall and fall into what you know not
Turn that fall into a choice and choose to dive deep
I am all. I dissolve. I resolve to find the emptiness I seek
I’m the snake. I’m awake. I will break through to the wise dream
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Silent Audience
04:08
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My silent audience,
everything I create is for you.
A silent tapestry skews all of my words
And under the silence is all the emotion
I can afford to let go.
I hide as you keep your back turned
and you try to find me, then.
A wormhole of words,
comes struggling through.
It’s gray and it’s raining,
And you are saying the same thing
My face is in my hands
this space won’t expand.
written by Kay Fox Petrucci
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Give
04:27
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I am brave and I am small, I am nothing I am all
Words are squirming out of reach encircle me in panic’s leash
The burning flesh, the hollow bone, the bird I am, the empty home
I have nothing to give. I have far to go. I have long to stay
I am living though, creatures in my mind, voices tell me so
In the sky so blind they are waiting
I am safe and I am strong, the ground is laid, the blade is drawn
The path is paved and I’ve begun to follow past my sorrow’s song
I weave my hands, I braid my heart, the broken smile, the faulty start
And this is real and this is mine, I am here and it is time
I am a twisted tree, worried for the leaves, torn and full of holes
I am growing though, this is just a page, this is just a phase
Everything will change everything will change
I will give this everything I have. This is just another page that I am writing
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