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i listen to music, i make music, and at night i'm a soul reaper; someone's gotta take care of those nasty hollows.

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December 7

tomorrow.

some day there's going to be a difference,

some day there'll be tomorrow,

some day you'll see what i'm talking about,

when you and i both wake up and live without sorrow.

enough fighting for survival,

enough living behind tears,

why survive when we can live,

for love is letting go of fear.

a nation of simplicity will begin,

a standard will stand with colors beyond imagination,

our time will have no imbrications,

and we'll marvel at all of god's creations.

we'll start without stopping,

an unstoppable force will meet an immovable object,

whether we succeed or fail,

we'll win by quitting all things you or i object.

i will not succeed.. i cannont succeed,

you will not be free.. you cannot be free,

because there is no hope for you or me,

but you and me, as we.. we can be.

let us make a stand where no one else has set foot,

let us quit living in this nightmare of dreams,

let us live those dreams and quit dreaming,

make up for the mistakes in need of redeeming.

we'll fight against an endless struggle,

we'll fall to our knees when life is too hard to stand,

we'll crawl blindly with what little faith we have,

holding on to something that we cannot yet understand.

we'll lift that standard no matter how many times it falls,

and we'll sacrifice what it takes to be remembered,

and their eyes will follow that banner raising into the air,
and for the first time.. their walls will melt in that December.

and we will greet death like a newborn child,

for this beginning has no ending,

we'll stretch forth our hands to whatever end,

and they will reach out to us like angels decending.

and on that day, the sun will be forever setting,

and in that nation, there will be no darkness,

for darkness is the absence of light,

and we will, on that day, forever put to sleep our pursuit of happiness.

and our nation will spread to all worlds,

and as his people, his standard we will raise,

and we will forever be remembered - never forgotten,

for the battle we fought in those last days.

streets will be filled with the angels of heaven,

our children will be acquit for all eternity,

and we shall forever stand tenacious,

we.. we will live.. live in serenity.

yeah

i'll see you one day,

i'll pass on by,

i'm in too much of a hurry,

to stop and say hi.

i'll catch you some other time,

like maybe tomorrow,

but we don't realise what's coming,

the pain and the sorrow.

but i'm going no where,

what's the big deal?

what's the worse that can happen?

... let's get real.

think of all the times that i saw you,

and i didn't say "hi"

what if that moment could be our last?

before you or i died?

we never had time you and i,

to stop and say "hi"

but now we have our entire lives,

to sit down and cry.

i'll walk down the familiar halls,

and i won't hear a sound.

you're not there to say hello,

you're six feet underground.

note to self:

don't let your friends go,

don't take advantage of your life,

or fate will put on a show.

to my friends that i love most,

i cherish our friendly ties,

don't let me go on through life,

without hellos or goodbyes.

to my family who's always been there,

there isn't much to say,

but i'd take a bullet for you,

each and every day.

to my brother brent,

who's gone to live with god,

you've given me a purpose,

to hold on to the iron rod.

you never know how unconveniant,

the irony of life can be.

so never let a chance go by,

that you don't say hi to me.

by brian pierce

dedicated to my friends and family, you're the world to me.