posted February 22, 2005 11:45 PM         

What I get is tears as rain,
cries as thunder. All the while
soaking in to heal the ground.

The help given, is taken away
after a while of misusing it.
We all like to think we know it
all, we all like to think we've
got it figured out.

So far, so wrong.

If you listen hard enough,
you will hear the wind
talk about how we have messed up.
How we have taken advantage of our gift.
It makes me sad to think
that they are right, when I want
them to be wrong so badly.

The sky is a dilluted blue,
no longer shining with its brilliance
of old. The sun seems darker, and
sadder as the moon has seemed to
stop smiling.

We like to think we do no wrong.
We like to think we are everlasting.

So far, so wrong.

So tonight, when you look at
the beautiful full moon, ask
yourself if you remember when
it was so much brighter than it is now.

And then ask yourself if you
helped to make it sad, if you helped
to make the sky cry.

I am tired of thinking we hurt
nothing. I am tired of thinking
there is nothing to do to help.

I am tired of being, so far...so wrong.

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its true. xx

Kt