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The mystical sounds in the forest that we think we only fear,
Are those that we see in our dreams and nightmares?
They are a part of us that we do not want to face,
They live in the darkness of our eyes and show disgrace.
We fear only what we cannot see.
Because we are the ones that created them to be.
We allow ourselves to be inhuman to these mystical dreams,
We offer them no condolence of Love or well-being
We step back so they can go forward
We follow behind just as we are cowards,
We are not to walk with the power of within
For we have no dignity to our human souls to begin.
We destroy what we fear.
We enter into dreams that seem so unclear
We face our virtues to the end,
We follow our thoughts where we must defend.
The mystical sounds in the forest that we think we only fear,
Are those that we see in our dreams and nightmares?
They are a part of us that we do not want to face,
They live in the darkness of our eyes and show disgrace
We fear only what we cannot see.
Because we are the ones that created them to be.
© Journey Won
2007
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