This Grand Scape Above and below the blue cold streams that flow And give shape To this abstract world
Lifestyles emerge and surge forth to claim our souls With the ever tempting presence Of detours and potholes which serve to modify our roles
Life, Our most free and blessed possession Can grow into being our most fierce obsession to change In order to make life free from the pain and the rains which drench our paths to freedom
But most solutions only blur the road home And leaves us utterly alone In the end Searching for a life of our own Now that this life is gone
Modifications of the brain Just to tame the day And kill the dismay Occasionally Return to betray Their user
Reflect upon our mirrors as losers And turn the road ahead to abuse Fabricate the noose Allow a man to snooze While life passes by Some are flying too high
Wishing that life full of pain and sorrow Would disappear tomorrow And see the Sun before new eyes unfold For old pain only grows And blocks The above and below where those cold blue streams flow
And a man is lost, when His terrain is covered with snow made of denial, booze and blow Which only collect those pains and sorrows On that great scape with sky blue Where at last you have made your world with everything included But you.
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