• 26th October 2006 - By Zachariah Wiedeman
    a song…
    My world was black & white
    Until I saw your face,
    A picture I was quite happy with back then.
    Then the colors began to pour in
    And the world became so bright
    To this day,
    I discover
    New colors
    From you.
    I always heard music and songs
    Floating through the air
    I always felt it coursing through my veins.
    But when I heard your voice,
    The music suddenly changed.
    It gripped me
    Made me care,
    Now I dance
    Uncontrollably.

    I used to walk in darkness
    Then the light discovered me
    And I knew I would never be in darkness again.
    Yet, walking in the light
    Seems a distant memory
    Because the moment
    I saw you smile
    I flew
    Into the sun.

    Colors
    Creating colors
    Creating colors
    Creating new life.
    Music
    Creating music
    Creating music
    Creating new joys.
    Light
    Creating light
    Creating light
    Creating new dreams.

    And now I dream
    Of spending my life with you.
    I can’t stop naming
    All the things we could do.
    I won’t stop falling
    Completely in love with you.
    And I’m sorry,
    But that’s just who I am.

    Sometimes the colors can overwhelm,
    And drive me to confusion.
    And in weakness, I let the confusion drive me.
    Maybe I forgot to keep breathing
    Maybe I was breathing too fast
    All I know
    Is that I
    Tumbled down
    So dizzy.

    After dancing for so long
    My strength began to wear
    But the sweet bliss of the song drove me on.
    I should have seen it coming
    This running out of the strength
    To keep
    Loving you
    Like I should
    So pure.

    When you stare into the sun
    Your eyes can burn and darken
    Well, I flew into the sun and burned out.
    Like a fool I kept on flying,
    And dragged you in with me.
    Then we
    Both burned
    Lost our grip
    So fast.

    Spinning
    Creating spinning
    Creating spinning
    Creating distraction.
    Motion
    Creating motion
    Creating motion
    Creating enervation.
    Fire
    Creating fire
    Creating fire
    Creating immolation.

    Yet still I dream
    Of spending my life with you.
    I can’t stop thinking
    Of all the things we should do.
    I won’t stop falling
    Completely in love with you.
    And I’m sorry,
    But that’s just who I am.

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