It's moments like these, That really helps me see, That in each and every one of us, Is the power to dream To share in someone's dream, Is the greatest of things, And you don't have to win or lose, To succeed It's not how we slip, And not how we fall, Only if we get back up, Really matters at all And it's all those we love, That makes us who we are, And it's all the nights, We wished upon a star It's the actions we take, The difference that we make, That's when we really share, In someone's dream
The great eye is a foul sun, piercing all with ubiquitous yellow rays. Its sharp black ellipse collects, reaching through the flesh, measuring the soul's intent, feeling greed, feeling tears, feeling all we hold dear. Substantial veins transfer all to the rotten core, where we are judged, judged by the eye, judged by our minds, judged by all eyes suspended in the sky, peering down upon us. Conscious is the eye, conscious as we are, venal as we are, drifting through our dreams, our thoughts, and our greatest secrets. It knows us as we do not.
I am cursed by the demon just as you are. Fleeing from my most tenebrous bastilles, fleeing from the burn of the illuminating rays through a floorless field of mirrors, through planar shards of glass. I am weightless. I am helpless; we are helpless against the immortal, wrapped in its tested, craggy lids.
But the eye must rest, silence its vision, turn its back, and expose its weaker side, our weaker side. It presents a chance, a chance for a deserved revenge -- a hint of liberation, a hint of the justice we so irately seek-- but rather than extract the needles within and fight fire with fire; rather than stab the heart of the eye, I embrace the needles and endure them, for I am not anger, I am love.
Through the good times and the bad through thick and thin where i didnt belong u helped me fit in you gave me a place in the world that was strange to me your sweet smiling face was i could see in a world full of frowns your laughter came through when i saw a tru friend in u