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I sing to my bird who thinks I'm a star,
and when I feel small that goes pretty far.
How can a critter lift you so high
when you're feeling down and keep you alive?
(hulitoons)
I've often wondered what it'd be like
if I couldn't scream, or run or fight?
If someone wanted to cut me down,
But I was a tree rooted to ground?
(hulitoons)
Wars designed by just a few
are fought by thousands of me and you.
Patriots dying with barely a clue,
perhaps there are times for a world-wide coup?
(hulitoons)
It's easy to hold to principles when nothing stands in your way,
but standing firm when blood runs raw and everyone's screaming 'NAY'?
Well that's when ideals are tested and forged in heat's searing rays; the trial you win if you do not hide but stand tall to the end of the day.
(hulitoons)
The SkyScape is violet with a blink of pink light;
little is stirring it's the end of the night.
In the silence of morning I hear my own mind
whisper promise of newness, my own WitchyTime.
(hulitoons)
What is a name if not just a sound
that sets one apart from the rest of the pound?
What if instead t'was the tap of a foot
a delicate dance that required a look?
(hulitoons)
