Re: Grantland, the new recipient of the 'Booker' prize.



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Topic: Science > Prophecies-Of-Nostradamus
User: "Dani"
Date: 01 Apr 2004 01:53:23 AM
Object: Re: Grantland, the new recipient of the 'Booker' prize.
On 29 Mar 2004 01:50:07 -0800,
(Anon Ymous)
wrote:

Dani <dani7200@hotmail.com> wrote in message news:<jd2f60t7b08gmecapnic8bhkiretcol6ru@4ax.com>...

What do you think of this one (it's not by Grantland):

*
I am so tired and I am getting colder
I?m still looking for someone to cry on his shoulder
My life has been so sad yet my eyes remain dry
Because I can?t share the pain to cry
I haven?t a friend in this world
Though I have known many boys and girls
Now I am a woman that stands so alone
And I feel this sadness in all of my bones
God can you help me to know who I am
Because I have never known me
Since I walked on this land
I would cry just by looking at myself
But I see my reflection; it?s like seeing someone else
I don?t know who I am; you are the only one that does
Was I ever somebody, do I not remember who she was?
I am getting older will somebody ever love me
Oh God will I ever love myself

If I could only cry these tears
Let go of my endless fears
Maybe I could see my reflection
And meet that child without affection
Oh God she needed so much more
Behind that forgotten forbidden door
Her eyes so big and full of pain
A beautiful girl was driven insane
..Now she lives inside of me
With eyes that don?t know how to see
With a heart so closed and broken
With a million words unspoken

Oh God who am I


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Oh God who am I, look at me
said the teardrop to the sea.
The sea in answer sighs and sings
"More, much more than all these things.

More than sexy, more than older
more than water, more than colder
Fire and song and summer nights
desire and stars and burning lights.

No mere daughter who keeps a bower,
child immortal, strength like a tower.
More than water, more than fair.
More than earth and more than air.

Think your heart is closed and broken?
It cant be both, once broken, open!
A cracking seed awaits the spring.
Open your heart and hear it sing!

You've forgotten; can't you hear?
I love you, my little tear,
and I'll be waiting. I will be
waiting for you by the sounding sea

because you are the sounding sea,
and someday you'll remember me."
The crashing surf released a sigh
and patiently waits for her reply.

Um. *Wow*! ..did you write this right off the cuff after reading
mine?
I love it! :)
Dani
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