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Sayonara, SupernovaYou're gonna be a star.And when I say you're gonna be a star,I mean you're gonna burn,So far away from everyone who cares about youThat all they can see is what you used to be.As you drift among those forsaken hopes and dreamsThat missed the moon, I hope you think of me,Because you spent your lifetimeAs far away from me as possible,And I'm not gonna spend my lifetimeChasing after you.So when the nights get lonely,I'll watch you through my telescope.I'll watch you burn your life awayUntil you fade to black,And just be glad I'm not an astronaut.
Silent SirenThey say the eyes are the window to the soul,So I'll do my best not to be a Peeping Tom,But I just can't help but wonder:Do you, whose shutters shield your soul from searchers,Seek to see no others'?Or are you simply scared to see for fear of stealing,For fear of sealing in silver-gray steel the soul of another?Because it seems to me that a soul so scintillatingShould be shared, shutters wide open, saying"Seek the truth in the silver sea, for here is life!Your quest to swim in the sea of wisdomWill cease by this bay of shining gray."Because your eyes are an ocean,And, girl, my soul is shipwrecked.
Fireworks'Twas nighttime, and the fizzles thrownAcross the sky aimed to amaze.They made their luminescence knownIn periwinkle light displays.I watched the jellyfish, they stungMy eyes with their unearthly glow,And sang the songs, of yet unsung,To those who sat in muck below.A Jabberwock, with eyes aflame,A lonely lover, lost at sea,Each burst unique, a glimpse of fame,My world is just the sky and me.And hast thy wonder finally ceased?I'm discombobulated now.I'd like another show, at leastI think I would... I wonder how.
Soldiers Come HomeWhen soldiers come home,Friends and loved ones will smile.Rejoicing ensues,And it lasts, for a while,But when soldiers come home,It just isn't the same;They may roll the same dice,But they play a new game.'Cause the soldiers, they knowIt won't be long beforeAll the soldiers leave homeAnd go back to the war.When soldiers come home,Though they half want to stay,Their hearts hold the frontlineAnd pull them away,Back to where they belong:Standing up for what's right.What the soldiers call homeIs what we call the fight.They fight for our freedom,For justice and peace.They fight for the greatest;They fight for the least.So when soldiers come home,Say goodbye to a friend,And take time to rememberThe rights they defend.
Farewell, BelleThe spell was cast upon me;'Twas the price I had to pay.And you helped me learn my lessonAs I sought to find a wayTo escape that ugly prison,Though I began to finally seeThat the only real prisonWas the one inside of me.At least, that's what I thoughtWhen you broke my spell that night,But now I've come to realizeThe irony of my plight.It seems it was my mysteryThat made me catch your eye,For now you rarely greet meAnd I only hear you sigh.I long to hear you sing again,Or see you smile at least.Unfortunate, it seems, that IWas better off a beast.