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I’m giving up
Stagnant inside
I’m not racing to the top to be king of this mole-hill; I’m tired of magazines in grocery lines
There’s a sickness in our heads that keeps spreading fire to all of our dreams; and an emptiness inside where love should be
Isn’t it time, time for the healing
Isn’t it time, for love in this empty world
Isn’t it time
So throw your arms around the world
Your waiting for that call, keep trying to play it off
This is such a mess
Toss and turn, you won’t sleep
Till all that’s left it the ceilings company
Cast your cares with pearls, and live for the moment cause it slips away
Love is there to those who call on one name
Isn’t it time, time for the healing
Isn’t it time, for love in this empty world
Isn’t it time
So throw your arms around the world
So let the healing take you in
Let those chains that hold you close
Fall behind you like the womb that brought you to this place of sin
Cause this sad chapter you call home can blow with the wind, will blow with the wind
Isn’t it time for love in this empty world
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Sonnet to Sleep Lakeland, Florida
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