En.Citatepedia^®.ro

Enclosed and Sheltered

There is a need for change.
And all agree.
Yet.
Sitting in the coolness,
Enclosed and sheltered.
From an unbearable Summer heat.
No one is willing,
To sweat.
Since there is a fear
That if someone goes near,
A flattened tire.
To move them forward,
In a car they all ride.
The one who changed the tire,
Will receive all of the admiration.
So they sit in waiting.
Until a winning of a debate,
Has been decisively won.
Although all inside.
Did a driving that was done!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Waiting for you to tire

Ive been doing this since I was 12 years old
I remember rapping, standing in the freezing cold
Its funny cause we always said we would blow
I still feel the buzz from the crowd, I remember that show
you don't need to remind me I know it was four years ago
I can't forget the feeling I would get when I read back a rhyme I wrote on a page
Ill never forget that party, it was the first time I performed on a stage
and I know you remember cause you know we blew it away
they had their phones out, theyre hands up, they loved it, what can I say?
There was a place in my dreams a place I was trying to find
used to battle in school but the real battle was between my heart and mind
and I couldn't see what I was saying when I freestyled because I was blind
I was always thinking about the future but now all I wanna do is rewind
I keep playing back old recordings so I can find the fire
its like they want me to fail they're just waiting for me to tire...

Because this road you walk isn't as clear as it first seemed
they're just waiting for you to tire...
so you can no longer see the place that you have dreamed
they're just waiting for you to tire...
waiting for you to tire, waiting for you to tire.

But I'm not tired, I'm putting on a brave face
I don't like you being close, can't you you see I need my space?
Because if I don't say hello there will be no need to say good bye
cause every day I watch friends of mine as they slowly die
this messed up life is the reason that I started to write
and I used to enjoy this life until everyone started to fight
it all became one repeated battle that was no longer raw
and honestly I didn't like what it was all represented for
cause I left it all behind but you wouldn't go with me
too many people confused the rythm, they didn't understand the poety
and I promised myself I would never rap with you again
I started hearing a grime flow, so many people were doing it the same
and your doing a so called wifey tune when she'll never be your wife
your talking about guns and you've never seen one in your life
and the news is blaming rap again cause a youth was taken by a kinfe?
they're just waiting for me to tire as I keep trying to write...

Because this road you walk isnt as clear as it first seemed
theyre just waiting for you to tire...
so you can no longer see the place that you have always dreamed
theyre just waiting for you to tire...
waiting for you to tire, waiting for you to tire.

your entire life
you fight only to survive
you continue to strive
only to keep the hope you have alive...

And the devils do run you round in circles
yet they manage to keep you in the line
but to the battle you have to return
it is your time to find the fire
are you really ready to finally tire?

poem by Daniel McCann
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The Red Shirt

When they asked me why I started doing this again
I just told them, its cause I have to...

I can't leave the life I have behind me
I tried to leave but you came to find me
you took me back you had to rewind me
taught me to listen cause I let them blind me
I spoke the truth you had to remind me
I didn't use the same rhymes all the time
there was no hill that I couldn't climb
with the fire ad crawl through barb wire
my heart beat went flat like a car tire
whats worse is I let them take my desire
I went too far I was too tired to tire
I was far too proud to look like a liar
It felt right to run the other way
I told myself ad come back another day
wiped the sweat and tears, the blood stained
when my shirt was white I realized I changed.

poem by Daniel McCann
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Life Is Just A Tire Swing

By: jimmy buffett
1974
I remember the smell of the creosote plant
When wed have to eat on easter with my crazy old uncle and aunt
They lived in a big house, antebellum style (antebellum)
And the winds would blow across the old bayou
And I was a tranquil little child
Chorus:
Life was just a tire swing
jambalaya was the only song I could sing
Blackberry pickin, eatin fried chicken
And I never knew a thing about pain
Life was just a tire swing
In a few summers my folks packed me off to camp
Yeah me and my cousin baxter in our pup tent with a lamp
And in a few days baxter went home and he left me by myself
But I knew that Id stay, it was better that way
And I could get along without any help
Chorus:
Life was just a tire swing
jambalaya was the only song I could sing
Chasin after sparrows with rubber-tipped arrows
Knowin I could never hurt a thing
Life was just a tire swing (tire swing)
And I never been west of new orleans or east of pensacola
My only contact with the outside world was an rca victrola
And elvis would sing and then Id dream about expensive cars
And who wouldve figured twenty years later
Id be rubbin shoulders with the stars
Life was just a tire swing
Then the other mornin on some illinois road
I fell asleep at the wheel
But was quickly wakened up by a ma bell telephone pole
And a bunch of grant wood faces screamin is he still alive?
Through the window I could see it hangin from a tree
And I knew that I had survived
And life is still a tire swing
jambalaya is the best song I can sing
Blackberry pickin, eatin fried chicken
But I finally learned a lot about pain
Life is just a tire swing (tire swing)
Life was just a tire swing (tire swing)
Life was just a tire swing (tire swing)
Life was just a tire swing (tire swing)

song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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For Every Moment That I Live

You've changed.
Like the summer heat...
Leaving to linger.
And remembered as one walks,
Through the ice and snow...
Brought by Winter,
And left on City streets.
To then bring Spring scents...
From budding flowers smelling sweet.

You've changed.
Like Autumn leaves in October breezes.
And teasing with anticipated holiday treats.
You've changed like the seasons.
And captivated I am.
Without one disappointment...
I observe this and agree.

And I love them all.
Every change there is.
And I love you here in my life.
For every moment that I live!

You've changed.
Like the summer heat...
Leaving to linger.
And remembered as one walks,
Through the ice and snow...
Brought by Winter,
And left on City streets.

And captivated I am.
Without one disappointment...
I observe this and agree.
You keep changing on me.
Like an adventure that excites!
With your delightful love of life!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Man Exclaims Part01

The man exclaims, 'It was by mere chance that I was in the parking lot when the man died, with the murder weapon in my hand. No sir I had o idea how he died. I just picked up the tire iron to check the pressure on my cars tires. I always used this tire iron. For I've always used the one from the parking garage to check my tires.'

the officier spoke sternly in a serious tone, 'that tire iron is not the weapon that killed this man.'

The man questioned in a state of confusion, 'Then what did? '

The officier was angry now. He screamed, 'you did after you smacked him with the tire iron. You ran over him 6 times.'

The man exclaimed, 'but that's not even my car. That's my wife. Mines the one next to it. I'm being framed I swear.'

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Buried Seed

She was sitting, pretty
The metal serpent was transporting her from her flowery garden.
The heat of Summer was beautiful, perfect, all she wanted.
Then why, when cool shade, with a gentle breeze, never failed to complement,
did the heat of the old city call her?

He was waiting
A skyscraper?
Her own shyness had once been the best and most obstinate doorman.
Never allowing her more than a glimpse passed his wonderful facade.
Leaving only the room in her mind to explore freely

But now, where confidence had grown and curiosity sheltered
Where the grass was well trodden
And foundations set deeply elsewhere.
The edge, that fear had
kept her teetering.......
Now she would land softly.
It was safe to seek the buried seed, that was never destined to grow under shadows cast.

poem by Stevie Taite
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The first dragon (sestina)

They went to find a thing that belched fire
a killer, a dragon what could it be?
To defeat it, to win they did aspire,
to set the people from its terror free,
it was huge as it could never tire
and where it went, there was only agony.

Those brave humble men were of all fear free
were like a mighty force that did aspire
to make men godly, as t no man should be,
to snatch from that beast it’s devouring fire
and to bring to it just death and agony
and in this quest they would not tire.

Yet all of the great brave men do aspire
to in the unknown find knowledge free
to test skill against the beast and to tire
to measure if plans full of follies be,
later to chance, to fight using its fire,
even in using if there is only agony.

They wanted the truth of its power to be free,
free to use in destruction like the strange fire
that came from heaven that fell in agony
that has the capacity to even gods to tire,
they constructed weapons that should be
the main goal to which warriors do aspire.

It may that other men could easily tire
of this overwhelming quest whose worth could be
not lovely high things, to which to aspire,
nor a guiding light sparkling over the free
but quenching of life by its terrible fire,
with it only acts of death and agony.

Then like destiny, which doomed in agony,
like the first discoverers of divine secret fire,
the beast would rise and in raving anger be
really ruthless and from tricks it will not tire,
its intimate knowledge would not come free,
to seek power in which men as fools aspire.

In pride anything to be, finishing foes with fire
while endlessly to be free they do aspire
while men tire in wars only breeding agony.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Lightning Rod

So you say you like the way I look
So you say you like the way I look
When I fall and no one's there to catch me
So you say you like the way I move
So you say you like the way I move
Into every storm I see above me
'Cause everybody's doing what they like
And what they like is not enough for me
I do not feel the same
Here we go 'cause
Tell me why we always sweat it
Everybody wants more but they never get it
Tell me why we always sweat it
Everybody wants more
(everybody wants everybody)
Tell me why we always sweat it
Everybody wants more but they never get it
Tell me why we always sweat it
Everybody wants more
(and everybody wants more)
What you want is never what you get
Here comes the wall, better lower your head
What you want is never what you get
You're going to fast
So you say you like the way I move
So you say you like the way I move
Into every storm I see above me
Breaker breaker one two
Break out to break through
You can swim slash drift where the tides take you
It's about your attitude
Extension of your latitude
Rejection of gratitude
What up, whatcha thinking dude?
Who said every day's gonna be fun?
Keep an eye on the web
Other people have spun
Who said every day's gonna be fun?
Best recognize or betcha you'll come undone
'Cause everybody's doing what they like
And what they like is not enough for me
I do not feel the same
Here we go 'cause
Tell me why we always sweat it
Everybody wants more but they never get it
Tell me why we always sweat it
Everybody wants more
(everybody wants everybody)
Tell me why we always sweat it
Everybody wants more but they never get it
Tell me why we always sweat it
Everybody wants more
(and everybody wants more)
What you want is never what you get
Here comes the wall, better lower your head
What you want is never what you get
You're going to fast
Grit your teeth, this is gonna be a bumpy ride
Loud and clear
Hi-fi, lo-fi
Hand fist, shape shifts to electrify
Sure enough showing up trying to climb sky high
Tell me why we always sweat it
Everybody wants more but they never get it
Tell me why we always sweat it
Everybody wants more
(everybody wants everybody)
Tell me why we always sweat it
Everybody wants more but they never get it
Tell me why we always sweat it
Everybody wants more
(and everybody wants more)
Tell me why we always sweat it
Everybody wants more but they never get it
Tell me why we always sweat it
Everybody wants more
(everybody wants everybody)
Tell me why we always sweat it
Everybody wants more but they never get it
Tell me why we always sweat it
Everybody wants more
(everybody wants more)
What you want is never what you get
Everybody wants more
What you want is never what you get
And everybody wants more

song performed by by Zebrahead
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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To Welcome the New

To Welcome the new,
Release the old
To enter the future,
Let go the past
To take up new lives,
Give away those lived.

It sounds so practical,
It seems so sensible,
It should be so feasible
It should be easy.

It’s none of the above,
Yet in some ways
Tho’ it’s almighty hard,
We do it each of our days.
We just move forward.

We are made to change,
We are shaped for change,
We survive by change,
We live in a storm of change,
From the Maker’s hand.

Today was another change,
We stand on the edge of vast change,
And afraid or unafraid of great change,
We all walked forward.

Some may say we had no choice,
Others say even that is a choice,
But I say that by hand and voice,
We all make a difference.
We always can,
We always will.
It is what we do.
We are the changers, and the changed.
And we go forward.

(written in January,2000)

poem by Gabrielle Ciarann Roniyah Baer
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Left to themselves, things tend to go from bad to worse. Murphy's First Corollary If you tell the boss you were late for work because you had a flat tire, the next morning you will have a flat tire.

quote by George Edward Woodberry
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Sunday

Nothing remains
We could run
When the rain slows
Look for the cars or signs of life
Where the heat goes
Look for the drifters
We should crawl under the bracken
Look for the shafts of light on the road
Where the heat goes
Everything has changed
For in truth, its the beginning of nothing
And nothing has changed
Everything has changed
For in truth, its the beginning of an end
And nothing has changed
And everything has changed
[first voice]
In your fear
Of what we have become
Take to the fire
Now we must burn
All that we are
Rise together
Through these clouds
As on wings
[2nd voice]
In your fear, seek only peace
In you fear, seek only love
In your fear, seek only peace
In you fear, seek only love
In your fear, in your fear
As on wings
This is the trip
And this is the business we take
This is our number
All my trials, lord
Will be remembered
Everything has changed

song performed by by David Bowie
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Out Of the Heat

Go away...
You heartbreak sender.
We're mending inside,
And we don't need repeats.

Go away...
We need no fences to hinder.
We're going to mend together,
And we believe.
We overloaded on a wrong road,
And was towed...
To be sold,
Out in the cold.

We overloaded on a wrong road,
And were told...

We made a U Turn few could beat!
And,
We beat it getting...
Out of the heat.
Out of the heat!

Go away...
You heartbreak sender.
We're mending inside,
And we don't need repeats.

Go away...
We need no fences to hinder.
We're going to mend together,
And we believe.

We overloaded on a wrong road.
That we agree.
We overloaded from the greed.
That we agree.
We overloaded from a lazy life.
That we agree.
And took the meaning out of living it.
That we agree.
And that was the key!
Too get away quick,
Direct.

Out of the heat.
Out of the heat.

Go away...
We need no fences to hinder.
We're going to mend together,
And we believe.

Go away...
'Cause,
We are....
Out of the heat.
Out of the heat.

Go away...
'Cause,
We are....
Out of the heat.
Out of the heat.
Out of the heat.
Go away,
Out of the heat.
Go away,
Out of the heat.
Go away,
Out of the heat.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Life Is A Wheel

Life
Is a wheel
The heart, brain,
Lung lever, kidney
The spokes
The blood works
The same way as
The air in the tube
Of the body like tire
A small leak
Can make the tire flat
One broken spoke
Can halt the wheel
The living
Becomes dead
The present
Turns into past
Let the
Wheel of life move
Exercise a bit
Keep the spokes fit
Air full
Live as long as the
Almighty wants

poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Sex Drive (Dominatrix Mix)

Sit back, relax, enjoy the ride!
Tell the boys in the bank,
Put the gas in my tank,
Polish your skin on my leather,
In which position you rank.
My car is fast, and its big,
Its one heck of a [? ],
Its a beast, get in,
If you know whats best,
Co-wirst the wind,
No backing out,
Concentrate, liberating, escape!
Well?
Sex drive!
Take a ride in my car,
Sex drive!
Impress your friends,
Sex drive!
Take a ride in my car,
Sex drive!
See inside of my eyes,
Sex drive!
Take a ride in my car,
Sex drive!
Impress your friends,
Sex drive!
Take aride in my car.
Excellerate with my spurge,
Fell the engine purr,
Just push the pedal to the metal,
I wanna see you squirm,
Im double esque,
And Im lean, Im one mean machine,
Im a beast, get in if you know whats best!
Well co-wirst the wind and kiss the sky,
No backing out, its satisfying!!
Sex drive!
Take a ride in my car,
Sex drive!
Impress your friends,
Sex drive!
Take a ride in my car,
Sex drive!
See inside of my eyes,
Sex drive!
Take a ride in my car,
Sex drive!
Impress your friends,
Sex drive!
Take aride in my car.
Hit overdrive with me,
Check your gas in extacy,
Lick the sweat of my success,
Youre gonna love my winning streak,
Go all the way with me,
Pleased to meet, Im a fantasy,
Take a risk, you slide inside with me,
Overdrive!
Yeah!!
Yeah, sit back, relax, enjoy the ride!
The ride of your life,
You better [? ],
Im gonna drive you crazy,
Hit overdrive with me,
Check your gas in extacy,
Lick the sweat of my success,
Youre gonna love my winning streak,
Go all the way with me,
Pleased to meet, Im a fantasy,
Take a risk, you slide inside with me,
Overdrive!
Sex drive!
Take a ride in my car,
Sex drive!
Impress your friends,
Sex drive!
Take a ride in my car,
Sex drive!
See inside of my eye,
Sex drive!
Take a ride in my car,
Sex drive!
Impress your friends,
Sex drive!
Car!
Sex drive!
Take aride in my car,
Sex drive!
Impress your friends,
Sex drive!
Take a ride in my car,
Sex drive!
Impress your friends,
Sex drive!
Take a ride in my car,
Sex drive!
Take a ride in my car,
Sex drive!
Take a ride in my car,
Wow!!

song performed by by Grace Jones
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Sex Drive

Sit back, relax, enjoy the ride!
Tell the boys in the bank,
Put the gas in my tank,
Polish your skin on my leather,
In which position you rank.
My car is fast, and its big,
Its one heck of a [? ],
Its a beast, get in,
If you know whats best,
Co-wirst the wind,
No backing out,
Concentrate, liberating, escape!
Well?
Sex drive!
Take a ride in my car,
Sex drive!
Impress your friends,
Sex drive!
Take a ride in my car,
Sex drive!
See inside of my eyes,
Sex drive!
Take a ride in my car,
Sex drive!
Impress your friends,
Sex drive!
Take aride in my car.
Excellerate with my spurge,
Fell the engine purr,
Just push the pedal to the metal,
I wanna see you squirm,
Im double esque,
And Im lean, Im one mean machine,
Im a beast, get in if you know whats best!
Well co-wirst the wind and kiss the sky,
No backing out, its satisfying!!
Sex drive!
Take a ride in my car,
Sex drive!
Impress your friends,
Sex drive!
Take a ride in my car,
Sex drive!
See inside of my eyes,
Sex drive!
Take a ride in my car,
Sex drive!
Impress your friends,
Sex drive!
Take aride in my car.
Hit overdrive with me,
Check your gas in extacy,
Lick the sweat of my success,
Youre gonna love my winning streak,
Go all the way with me,
Pleased to meet, Im a fantasy,
Take a risk, you slide inside with me,
Overdrive!
Yeah!!
Yeah, sit back, relax, enjoy the ride!
The ride of your life,
You better [? ],
Im gonna drive you crazy,
Hit overdrive with me,
Check your gas in extacy,
Lick the sweat of my success,
Youre gonna love my winning streak,
Go all the way with me,
Pleased to meet, Im a fantasy,
Take a risk, you slide inside with me,
Overdrive!
Sex drive!
Take a ride in my car,
Sex drive!
Impress your friends,
Sex drive!
Take a ride in my car,
Sex drive!
See inside of my eye,
Sex drive!
Take a ride in my car,
Sex drive!
Impress your friends,
Sex drive!
Car!
Sex drive!
Take aride in my car,
Sex drive!
Impress your friends,
Sex drive!
Take a ride in my car,
Sex drive!
Impress your friends,
Sex drive!
Take a ride in my car,
Sex drive!
Take a ride in my car,
Sex drive!
Take a ride in my car,
Wow!!

song performed by by Grace Jones
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Catching Fire

Glowing embers, remnants of a world past.
Life is dying, its energy expiring fast.
The last hope for life to survive is fading out and we're stuck drowning in a sea of doubt!
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Burnt out timber, shadows of what use to be.
Lord God! Start a fire inside me!
So many are burnout, no fire left, to our flaking ashes we cleft.
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Someone needs to ignite the fire, bring us back to life!
Keep us alive, don't let the darkness suffocate the light:
So many of us, burnt-out, dead, and alone, We need fire in the bones!
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We're sitting here, waiting for someone to catch fire-dying-
Sitting here warming benches, not even trying.
By our lack of faith, we condemn ourselves to die!
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Waiting for God to move, but God has already done so.
While we're stalling, he's calling us to go!
But we're waiting for fire, that's already here, but we won't commit because of our fear.
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Haunted by a fear of the unknown, that we can't survive.
We sit and kill, the very life we're trying to revive.
Waiting for someone else to move, with the blame on our heads, we refuse to push ahead.
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If you don't move, and he besides you doesn't move,
Who's going to keep the fire, that runs this world, tell me who?
So I'm catching fire, hoping others catch fire with me: catching fire to set men free, are you with me?

poem by Joses Tirtabudi
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Compose My Every Poem

When the stars
Tire of dancing
In the swirling summer night,
When the crickets
Cease to sing
In the green July grass,
When the melody of the rain
Abandons the orchestra of spring flowers,
When young children
No longer play in the park,
I’ll still compose my every poem for you
In the lonely hope of winning your heart.

poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Heat Of Summer, Heated Love.

Summer's heat can swelter and melt...
As summer's heat may simmer as weld.
Some summer's heat can burn as long...
This summer's heat can impel a song.
Summer's heat can cook and bake...
Summer's heat of life can take.
Boil and broil a heart so hot...
A summer's heat can break that romanceful knot.
This heat of summer can smoulder and rot.
Anger's heat, heats up my libido's furnace...
This love of summer can invoke to heart, a loving furnish.
Love of summer brings to mind, a resurgance of love...
Summer's sun may bathe one and all with heat fro' above.
Summer's heat can bring to beaches and swimming pools...
Visions of women in bikinied thongs, these things my eyes do love.

poem by Michael Gale
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Magical Mystery Tour

I am in this low-slung sports car
painted a deep, rich yellow
driving under an Italian sun.
I have a British accent.
I'm wearing dark shades
an expensive silk shirt.
there's no dirt under my
fingernails.
the radio plays Vivaldi
and there are two women with
me
one with raven hair
the other a blonde.
they have small breasts and
beautiful legs
and they laugh at everything I
say.

as we drive up a steep road
the blonde squeezes my leg
and nestles closer
while raven hair
leans across and nibbles my
ear.

we stop for lunch at a quaint
rustic inn.
there is more laughter
before lunch
during lunch and after
lunch.

after lunch we will have a
flat tire on the other side of
the mountain
and the blonde will change the
tire
while
raven hair
photographs me
lighting my pipe
leaning against a tree
the perfect background
perfectly at peace
with
sunlight
flowers
clouds
birds
everywhere.

poem by Charles Bukowski
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Summer's Song

It's the summer
The heat beats down on us
And there's nothing to do
Just watching the ocean right through

People are coming in and some are leaving
To get away, from the blazing sun
It's a chance to get away
Be gone, gone, gone

Your packing up, ready to go
You still don't know
And I still can't show
That I'm scared

Waking up and realizing your not there
Never had the courage, blinded by fear
Maybe, in this summer song
You'll know how I feel, all along

It's the summer
The heat beats down on us
And there's nothing to do
Just watching the ocean right through

You'll be far away, different places
Miles I can't bare to say
All I can do is hope your okay
As times slows down

Summer is here
The last one we'll have
The last one, to ourselves
Because you've got to go

Your excited, got what you wanted
Finally got what you deserve
I'll be waiting for your return
Tonight, our kiss will burn

It's the summer
The heat beats down on us
And there's nothing to do
Just watching the ocean right through
In this summer song

poem by Grant Lovell
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