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God Has Never Been Gay

God will make a way
Where there seems
To be no way
He works in ways
We cannot see
He will make
A way for me
He will be my guide
Hold me closely by his size

With love and strength
For each new day
He will make a way
He will make a way

With love and strength
For each new day
He will make a way
He will make a way

By a roadway
In the wilderness
He'll lead me
Rivers in the desert will I see
Heaven and earth will fade
But his word will still remain
And He will do
Something new today

By a roadway
In the wilderness
He'll lead me
Rivers in the desert will I see
Heaven and earth will fade
But his word will still remain
And He will do
Something new today

With love and strength
For each new day
He will make a way
He will make a way

With love and strength
For each new day
He will make a way
He will make a way

1990 Dan Moen Intergrity's Hosanna Music/ASACP

My rewrite of the song, God Will Make A Way by Dan Moen, above

God has never been gay
However their kind has tried to make it seem
God has never been gay
No way
No, no, he does not and will never
Never will approve of their love's twisted ways
Even through right now you say you cannot see
See the light of this most holy truth
Believe me
Believe me
Someday with his glorious wonder as your guide
Holding closely to your faith neverending
You will come to understand
Only a man belongs by a woman's side
Only a woman belongs by a man's
Never, never two of the same kind

With the ulimate in love and strength
We must fight back
Each and every day
Everyday againest this dark sin
Oh yes
Repeat after me, all you faithful sheep
With the ulimate in love and strength
We must fight back
Each and every day
Everyday againest this dark and ugly sin
Oh yes
For it is true
It is true
God has never been gay
God has never been gay

Run 'em down in the roadway
Shoot 'em down in the wilderness
Believe me
Trust me
This is the only way

Drown 'em in rivers
Leave 'em to burn alive in the sun of hot hot deserts
Then maybe someday hopefully the memories and the guilt of what we had to do will fade
And only the goodness of our straightness will remain
Oh yes
Believe me
Trust me, indeed
This is the only way

Run 'em down in the roadway
Shoot 'em down in the wilderness
Believe me
Trust me
This is the only way

Drown 'em in rivers
Leave 'em to burn alive in the sun of hot hot deserts
Then maybe someday hopefully the memories and the guilt of what we had to do will fade
And only the goodness of our straightness will remain
Oh yes
Believe me
Trust me, indeed
This is the only way

God has never been gay
However their kind has tried to make it seem
God has never been gay
No way
No, no, he does not and will never
Never will approve of their love's twisted ways
Even through right now you say you cannot see
See the light of this most holy truth
Believe me
Believe me
Someday with his glorious wonder as your guide
Holding closely to your faith neverending
You will come to understand
Only a man belongs by a woman's side
Only a woman belongs by a man's
Never, never two of the same kind

With the ulimate in love and strength
We must fight back
Each and every day
Everyday againest this dark sin
Oh yes
Repeat after me, all you faithful sheep
With the ulimate in love and strength
We must fight back
Each and every day
Everyday againest this dark and ugly sin
Oh yes
For it is true
It is true
God has never been gay
God has never been gay

2009 Ramona Thompson

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Unless It Has Never Been Addressed

If you are not celebrating,
Yourself...
With pride and dignity.
You have no identity.
That is how I see it!
That is how it appears to me.

There is something missing in your life.
An understanding that goes unidentified.
Something unliked one wishes to hide...
Or ignore! Perhaps despise!

There is an unacceptance.
And whatever it is,
It is denied.

Anyone with a pride and dignity...
Will let this be known.
And it is clearly shown,
On the outside as it should be.
Unless it has never been addressed,
Or respected.
And the emptiness is left unconnected!

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This Has Never Been Rare

Incite,
They do.
With a barricade...
To masquerade insecurities.

It took overnight,
To fight themselves...
Over their rights!

And a greed that now sees them seething...
With heated breath felt,
Close to the nose of those they chose.

They see themselves as enemies.
Distrusted with beliefs...
That their way of life was jeopardized,
By those that despised them.

But none could do that better,
Than they do it...
To themselves!

Incite,
They do.
With a barricade...
To masquerade insecurities.
And threats like these...
They defend,
With an absence of common sense...
So obvious everywhere.

And this has never been rare.
It has not been adopted,
To address as an issue.
Sensitivities keep them conflicted.

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Simple Observation #239 - There probably has never been.......

There probably has never been anything made that someone hasn’t tried to make better
so it is with God; nature, evolution and man; all the Scriptures are proof of the letter.

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This Has Never Been A Surprise

To you,
This may come as a shock.
But to me,
This has never been a surprise.
Look in my eyes!

Believe it or not...
It is not you but God,
That controls my destiny.
I knew you would have that reaction.
I knew you would tremble...
With a buckling of your knees.
But it is true...
I've never viewed you that way!

I've been trying to tell you that.
But somehow that message has been lost.
I've been trying to tell you that.
I didn't know my confession would do you like this!
Please stop crying!
I'll still call you boss.
But stop your weeping...
I insist!

To you,
This may come as a shock.
But to me,
This has never been a surprise.
Look in my eyes!

Believe it or not...
It is not you but God,
That controls my destiny.

This has never been a surprise.
Although this has been your belief.

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Concrete

Concrete wraps into her legs
Bound into prison
Stripping the soul away
To the palsy of acrid air
And we ask where it all has gone...

Life dissolves into dishes
Left on silver trays
Dropped to the dogs
Surrendered to demise
Yet our stomachs rumble...

The heart is bought
With the price of romance
Yet the transaction
Never occurs
And we pass without recognition.

We plan without action
Act without thinking
Think without feeling
Feel emotions only of
Plastic, paper, and silicon.

The concrete hardens...

Glass shines in our
Grand obelisks
To keep this beauty
Of joy and sorrow
Safely outside.

Love is the perfect prototype
We were to explore to perfection.
Now we hold the empty box it came in,
Focused on a package
Hoping simply to add another color.

Who will stand to set
The first crack to
This concrete world?
Who will take a hammer
To these glass buildings?

Are you the god of the machine?
Or will the machine be your god?
Every soul a light, a candle,
And still we look away to see
What has always been right here.

Move while you can.
Love while it remains,
Eat while you are still hungry...
Before the concrete and glass
Take you away, too.

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Kilmeny

Bonnie Kilmeny gaed up the glen;
But it wasna to meet Duneira's men,
Nor the rosy monk of the isle to see,
For Kilmeny was pure as pure could be.
It was only to hear the yorlin sing,
And pu' the cress-flower round the spring;
The scarlet hypp and the hindberrye,
And the nut that hung frae the hazel tree;
For Kilmeny was pure as pure could be.
But lang may her minny look o'er the wa',
But lang may she seek i' the green-wood shaw;
Lang the laird o' Duneira blame,
And lang, lang greet or Kilmeny come hame!

When many a day had come and fled,
When grief grew calm, and hope was dead,
When mess for Kilmeny's soul had been sung,
When the bedesman had pray'd and the dead bell rung,
Late, late in gloamin' when all was still,
When the fringe was red on the westlin hill,
The wood was sere, the moon i' the wane,
The reek o' the cot hung over the plain,
Like a little wee cloud in the world its lane;
When the ingle low'd wi' an eiry leme,
Late, late in the gloamin' Kilmeny came hame!

'Kilmeny, Kilmeny, where have you been?
Lang hae we sought baith holt and den;
By linn, by ford, and green-wood tree,
Yet you are halesome and fair to see.
Where gat you that joup o' the lily scheen?
That bonnie snood of the birk sae green?
And these roses, the fairest that ever were seen?
Kilmeny, Kilmeny, where have you been?'

Kilmeny look'd up with a lovely grace,
But nae smile was seen on Kilmeny's face;
As still was her look, and as still was her e'e,
As the stillness that lay on the emerant lea,
Or the mist that sleeps on a waveless sea.
For Kilmeny had been, she knew not where,
And Kilmeny had seen what she could not declare;
Kilmeny had been where the cock never crew,
Where the rain never fell, and the wind never blew.
But it seem'd as the harp of the sky had rung,
And the airs of heaven play'd round her tongue,
When she spake of the lovely forms she had seen,
And a land where sin had never been;
A land of love and a land of light,
Withouten sun, or moon, or night;
Where the river swa'd a living stream,
And the light a pure celestial beam;
The land of vision, it would seem,
A still, an everlasting dream.

In yon green-wood there is a waik,
And in that waik there is a wene,
And in that wene there is a maike,
That neither has flesh, blood, nor bane;
And down in yon green-wood he walks his lane.

In that green wene Kilmeny lay,
Her bosom happ'd wi' flowerets gay;
But the air was soft and the silence deep,
And bonnie Kilmeny fell sound asleep.
She kenn'd nae mair, nor open'd her e'e,
Till waked by the hymns of a far countrye.

She 'waken'd on a couch of the silk sae slim,
All striped wi' the bars of the rainbow's rim;
And lovely beings round were rife,
Who erst had travell'd mortal life;
And aye they smiled and 'gan to speer,
'What spirit has brought this mortal here?'—

'Lang have I journey'd, the world wide,'
A meek and reverend fere replied;
'Baith night and day I have watch'd the fair,
Eident a thousand years and mair.
Yes, I have watch'd o'er ilk degree,
Wherever blooms femenitye;
But sinless virgin, free of stain
In mind and body, fand I nane.
Never, since the banquet of time,
Found I a virgin in her prime,
Till late this bonnie maiden I saw
As spotless as the morning snaw:
Full twenty years she has lived as free
As the spirits that sojourn in this countrye:
I have brought her away frae the snares of men,
That sin or death she never may ken.'—

They clasp'd her waist and her hands sae fair,
They kiss'd her cheek and they kemed her hair,
And round came many a blooming fere,
Saying, 'Bonnie Kilmeny, ye're welcome here!
Women are freed of the littand scorn:
O blest be the day Kilmeny was born!
Now shall the land of the spirits see,
Now shall it ken what a woman may be!
Many a lang year, in sorrow and pain,
Many a lang year through the world we've gane,
Commission'd to watch fair womankind,
For it 's they who nurice the immortal mind.
We have watch'd their steps as the dawning shone,
And deep in the green-wood walks alone;
By lily bower and silken bed,
The viewless tears have o'er them shed;
Have soothed their ardent minds to sleep,
Or left the couch of love to weep.
We have seen! we have seen! but the time must come,
And the angels will weep at the day of doom!

'O would the fairest of mortal kind
Aye keep the holy truths in mind,
That kindred spirits their motions see,
Who watch their ways with anxious e'e,
And grieve for the guilt of humanitye!
O, sweet to Heaven the maiden's prayer,
And the sigh that heaves a bosom sae fair!
And dear to Heaven the words of truth,
And the praise of virtue frae beauty's mouth!
And dear to the viewless forms of air,
The minds that kyth as the body fair!

'O bonnie Kilmeny! free frae stain,
If ever you seek the world again,
That world of sin, of sorrow and fear,
O tell of the joys that are waiting here;
And tell of the signs you shall shortly see;
Of the times that are now, and the times that shall be.'—
They lifted Kilmeny, they led her away,
And she walk'd in the light of a sunless day;
The sky was a dome of crystal bright,
The fountain of vision, and fountain of light:
The emerald fields were of dazzling glow,
And the flowers of everlasting blow.
Then deep in the stream her body they laid,
That her youth and beauty never might fade;
And they smiled on heaven, when they saw her lie
In the stream of life that wander'd bye.
And she heard a song, she heard it sung,
She kenn'd not where; but sae sweetly it rung,
It fell on the ear like a dream of the morn:
'O, blest be the day Kilmeny was born!
Now shall the land of the spirits see,
Now shall it ken what a woman may be!
The sun that shines on the world sae bright,
A borrow'd gleid frae the fountain of light;
And the moon that sleeks the sky sae dun,
Like a gouden bow, or a beamless sun,
Shall wear away, and be seen nae mair,
And the angels shall miss them travelling the air.
But lang, lang after baith night and day,
When the sun and the world have elyed away;
When the sinner has gane to his waesome doom,
Kilmeny shall smile in eternal bloom!'—

They bore her away, she wist not how,
For she felt not arm nor rest below;
But so swift they wain'd her through the light,
'Twas like the motion of sound or sight;
They seem'd to split the gales of air,
And yet nor gale nor breeze was there.
Unnumber'd groves below them grew,
They came, they pass'd, and backward flew,
Like floods of blossoms gliding on,
In moment seen, in moment gone.
O, never vales to mortal view
Appear'd like those o'er which they flew!
That land to human spirits given,
The lowermost vales of the storied heaven;
From thence they can view the world below,
And heaven's blue gates with sapphires glow,
More glory yet unmeet to know.

They bore her far to a mountain green,
To see what mortal never had seen;
And they seated her high on a purple sward,
And bade her heed what she saw and heard,
And note the changes the spirits wrought,
For now she lived in the land of thought.
She look'd, and she saw nor sun nor skies,
But a crystal dome of a thousand dyes:
She look'd, and she saw nae land aright,
But an endless whirl of glory and light:
And radiant beings went and came,
Far swifter than wind, or the linkèd flame.
She hid her e'en frae the dazzling view;
She look'd again, and the scene was new.

She saw a sun on a summer sky,
And clouds of amber sailing bye;
A lovely land beneath her lay,
And that land had glens and mountains gray;
And that land had valleys and hoary piles,
And marlèd seas, and a thousand isles.
Its fields were speckled, its forests green,
And its lakes were all of the dazzling sheen,
Like magic mirrors, where slumbering lay
The sun and the sky and the cloudlet gray;
Which heaved and trembled, and gently swung,
On every shore they seem'd to be hung;
For there they were seen on their downward plain
A thousand times and a thousand again;
In winding lake and placid firth,
Little peaceful heavens in the bosom of earth.

Kilmeny sigh'd and seem'd to grieve,
For she found her heart to that land did cleave;
She saw the corn wave on the vale,
She saw the deer run down the dale;
She saw the plaid and the broad claymore,
And the brows that the badge of freedom bore;
And she thought she had seen the land before.

She saw a lady sit on a throne,
The fairest that ever the sun shone on!
A lion lick'd her hand of milk,
And she held him in a leish of silk;
And a leifu' maiden stood at her knee,
With a silver wand and melting e'e;
Her sovereign shield till love stole in,
And poison'd all the fount within.

Then a gruff untoward bedesman came,
And hundit the lion on his dame;
And the guardian maid wi' the dauntless e'e,
She dropp'd a tear, and left her knee;
And she saw till the queen frae the lion fled,
Till the bonniest flower of the world lay dead;
A coffin was set on a distant plain,
And she saw the red blood fall like rain;
Then bonnie Kilmeny's heart grew sair,
And she turn'd away, and could look nae mair.

Then the gruff grim carle girn'd amain,
And they trampled him down, but he rose again;
And he baited the lion to deeds of weir,
Till he lapp'd the blood to the kingdom dear;
And weening his head was danger-preef,
When crown'd with the rose and clover leaf,
He gowl'd at the carle, and chased him away
To feed wi' the deer on the mountain gray.
He gowl'd at the carle, and geck'd at Heaven,
But his mark was set, and his arles given.
Kilmeny a while her e'en withdrew;
She look'd again, and the scene was new.

She saw before her fair unfurl'd
One half of all the glowing world,
Where oceans roll'd, and rivers ran,
To bound the aims of sinful man.
She saw a people, fierce and fell,
Burst frae their bounds like fiends of hell;
Their lilies grew, and the eagle flew;
And she herkèd on her ravening crew,
Till the cities and towers were wrapp'd in a blaze,
And the thunder it roar'd o'er the lands and the seas.
The widows they wail'd, and the red blood ran,
And she threaten'd an end to the race of man;
She never lened, nor stood in awe,
Till caught by the lion's deadly paw.
O, then the eagle swink'd for life,
And brainyell'd up a mortal strife;
But flew she north, or flew she south,
She met wi' the gowl o' the lion's mouth.

With a mooted wing and waefu' maen,
The eagle sought her eiry again;
But lang may she cower in her bloody nest,
And lang, lang sleek her wounded breast,
Before she sey another flight,
To play wi' the norland lion's might.

But to sing the sights Kilmeny saw,
So far surpassing nature's law,
The singer's voice wad sink away,
And the string of his harp wad cease to play.
But she saw till the sorrows of man were bye,
And all was love and harmony;
Till the stars of heaven fell calmly away,
Like flakes of snaw on a winter day.

Then Kilmeny begg'd again to see
The friends she had left in her own countrye;
To tell of the place where she had been,
And the glories that lay in the land unseen;
To warn the living maidens fair,
The loved of Heaven, the spirits' care,
That all whose minds unmeled remain
Shall bloom in beauty when time is gane.

With distant music, soft and deep,
They lull'd Kilmeny sound asleep;
And when she awaken'd, she lay her lane,
All happ'd with flowers, in the green-wood wene.
When seven lang years had come and fled,
When grief was calm, and hope was dead;
When scarce was remember'd Kilmeny's name,
Late, late in a gloamin' Kilmeny came hame!
And O, her beauty was fair to see,
But still and steadfast was her e'e!
Such beauty bard may never declare,
For there was no pride nor passion there;
And the soft desire of maiden's e'en
In that mild face could never be seen.
Her seymar was the lily flower,
And her cheek the moss-rose in the shower;
And her voice like the distant melodye,
That floats along the twilight sea.
But she loved to raike the lanely glen,
And keepèd afar frae the haunts of men;
Her holy hymns unheard to sing,
To suck the flowers, and drink the spring.
But wherever her peaceful form appear'd,
The wild beasts of the hill were cheer'd;
The wolf play'd blythly round the field,
The lordly byson low'd and kneel'd;
The dun deer woo'd with manner bland,
And cower'd aneath her lily hand.
And when at even the woodlands rung,
When hymns of other worlds she sung
In ecstasy of sweet devotion,
O, then the glen was all in motion!
The wild beasts of the forest came,
Broke from their bughts and faulds the tame,
And goved around, charm'd and amazed;
Even the dull cattle croon'd and gazed,
And murmur'd and look'd with anxious pain
For something the mystery to explain.
The buzzard came with the throstle-cock;
The corby left her houf in the rock;
The blackbird alang wi' the eagle flew;
The hind came tripping o'er the dew;
The wolf and the kid their raike began,
And the tod, and the lamb, and the leveret ran;
The hawk and the hern attour them hung,
And the merle and the mavis forhooy'd their young;
And all in a peaceful ring were hurl'd;
It was like an eve in a sinless world!

When a month and a day had come and gane.
Kilmeny sought the green-wood wene;
There laid her down on the leaves sae green,
And Kilmeny on earth was never mair seen.
But O, the words that fell from her mouth
Were words of wonder, and words of truth!
But all the land were in fear and dread,
For they kendna whether she was living or dead.
It wasna her hame, and she couldna remain;
She left this world of sorrow and pain,
And return'd to the land of thought again.

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To be a surrealist means barring from your mind all remembrance of what you have seen, and being always on the lookout for what has never been.

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Poetry is not only dream and vision; it is the skeleton architecture of our lives. It lays the foundations for a future of change, a bridge across our fears of what has never been before.

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Denis Diderot

A thing is not proved just because no one has ever questioned it. What has never been gone into impartially has never been properly gone into. Hence scepticism is the first step toward truth. It must be applied generally, because it is the touchstone.

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Rain And You

tiny pouring raindrops
falls at you
and shower
turns astonish,
like they want to say something,
or has some wish....

and sounds like an angel
singing,
when they thundering..
feels you are not from
this dry land,
when you stand...

has never been in rain
with you,
but wanted to be and see
but now only imagination remains___

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Discussions To Juice Up

We are never those personas perceived.
Never are we privately,
What the public believes us to be.
Especially those one use to know,
Some years ago in playgrounds...
Left so long ago.

Or are we that which is assumed as fact,
By the ones choosing to chit chat...
On their telephones while eating snacks,
And smacking on crap with peppered tongues...
In discussions to juice up, embellish and exaggerate,
To create what has never been there.

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Ni-Chan’s Dirge For Yen-Oey

SO soon asleep! Now must the coming years
Weep ignorantly their loss they cannot know,
And life miss ever what has never been
We weep to-day, let theirs be sadder tears
Who have not seen thee near as we have seen,
Who shall but learn a hope died long ago.
Alas for flowers untimely winds have broken,
That should have scattered seed of following flowers!
Alas for ruin of unbuilded towers!
Alas for ripening words that die unspoken!
But let them weep with sadder tears than ours
Who shall but learn a hope died long ago,
A world's hope long ago.

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Edward Thomas

The Bridge

I have come a long way to-day:
On a strange bridge alone,
Remembering friends, old friends,
I rest, without smile or moan,
As they remember me without smile or moan.

All are behind, the kind
And the unkind too, no more
To-night than a dream. The stream
Runs softly yet drowns the Past,
The dark-lit stream has drowned the Future and the Past.

No traveller has rest more blest
Than this moment brief between
Two lives, when the Night's first lights
And shades hide what has never been,
Things goodlier, lovelier, dearer, than will be or have been.

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The Sonnets To Orpheus: Book 2: XXIII

Call to me to the one among your moments
that stands against you, ineluctably:
intimate as a dog's imploring glance
but, again, forever, turned away

when you think you've captured it at last.
What seems so far from you is most your own.
We are already free, and were dismissed
where we thought we soon would be at home.

Anxious, we keep longing for a foothold-
we, at times too young for what is old
and too old for what has never been;

doing justice only where we praise,
because we are the branch, the iron blade,
and sweet danger, ripening from within.


Translated by Stephen Mitchell

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Everyones Gone To The Movies

Kids if you want some fun
Mr. lapage is your man
Hes always laughing, having fun
Showing his films in the den
Come on, come on
Soon you will be eighteen
I think you know what I mean
Dont tell your mama
Your daddy or mama
Theyll never know where you been
Chorus:
Everyones gone to the movies
Now were alone at last
Listen to what I say
He wants to show you the way
Right down the hallway with open arms
To teach you a new game to play
Come on, come on
Soon it will be too late
Bobbing for apples can wait
We know youre used to sixteen or more
Sorry we only have eight
Chorus
Kids if you want some fun
See what you never have seen
Take off your cheaters and sit right down
Start the projection machine
Chorus

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Embrace It

As you drive down the freeway
Trying to escape your memories or fate,
I hope you'll enter a journey of self-discovery.

The age of ancient adventures
Will not return;
There are no romantic wars
To help a young man conquer the world.

There is no path to a new reality,
There is no roadmap to love
That exists outside your soul and mind.

You can waste decades of your time
Trying to find what has never been lost,
You can lose sight of who you really are
Pursuing someone you should never be.

Wake up to the summer dawn of your existence
And appreciate the gift of the present moment:
There is nothing that you will encounter
That your precious breath and resilience
Cannot redeem with beauty once you embrace it.

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Who's To Say

Who's to say that I'm unhappy
'Cause I don't really smile
Sittin', hopin', dreamin', waitin'
For my ship to sail
Who's to say this time I've wasted
Someday won't get used
Maybe if you come around
I'll start to get enthused
Who's to say
Who's to say
Who's to say that I'm obsessed
With everything you do
Just because it seems my schedule
Seems to shadow you
Who's to say that tired clean shave is
More fish in the sea
And I don't mind treading water
'Cause you're the one for me
CHORUS:
You say that by now
I should know you'll never love me
But who's to say that what has never
Been will never be
What has been will never be
Who's to say in time I wouldn't
Learn how to relax
You'd forget about my clammy
Hands and my nervous laugh
Who's to say the way you look at
Him is truly love
Maybe they should realize
I fit you like a glove
CHORUS x1

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You Just Don't Know

You just don't know
How much I care for you
There is no way
That I can put into words
About the way that
I feel right now
Maybe one day
I will figure out how
It isn't important
To me about what
People think
For something
That has never been
Seen is thought of
As unique
Feelings don't have to be
Those that are sexually
People can sometimes
Place too much focus on a friendship
Of one between
A man and woman
Actually
The only thing that I want
Is for you to be happy
I don't want you with me
I place a heavy price
One someone that I
Call a friend
I will be here
Until the end
Which ever woman
That you chose
She had better
Do all that she can do
To please you
Because you deserve the best
Nothing less
Her whole objective
Had better be
Giving her all without any stress
This is what I pray
That happens
For you to be
Forever Blessed! ! ! ! !

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Paschandale

(SmithHarris)
In a foreign field he lay
Lonely soldier, unknown grave
On his dying words he prays
Tell the world of Paschendale
Relive all that he's been through
Last communion of his soul
Rust your bullets with his tears
Let me tell you 'bout his years
Laying low in a blood filled trench
Kill tim 'til my very own death
On my face I can feel the falling rain
Never see my friends again
In the smoke, in the mud and lead
Smell the fear and the feeling of dread
Soon be time to go over the wall
Rapid fire and the end of us all
Whistles, shouts and more gun fire
Lifeless bodies hang on barbed wire
Battlefield nothing but a bloody tomb
Be reunited with my dead friends soon
Many soldiers eighteen years
Drown in mud, no more tears
Surely a war no-one can win
Killing time about to begin
Home, far away
From the war, a chance to live again
Home, far away
But the war, no chance to live again
The bodies of ours and our foes
The sea of death it overflows
In no man's land, God only knows
Into jaws of death we go
Crucified as if on a cross
Allied troops they mourn their loss
German war propaganda machine
Such before has never been seen
Swear I heard the angels cry
Pray to god no more may die
So that people know the truth
Tell the tale of Paschendale
Cruelty has a human heart
Every man does play his part
Terror of the men we kill
The human heart is hungry still
I stand my ground for the very last time
Gun is ready as I stand in line
Nervous wait for the whistle to blow
Rush of blood and over we go
Blood is falling like the rain
Its crimso

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