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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Unbalanced
[time] => 2003-07-25 16:05:00
[hometext] => This is actually a song, yet can be read as a poem. It states a reasonable idea of how hard it is to become a balanced person.
[bodytext] => We struggle through life, To learn that it provides, Wile still grasp for controle. What we must hear, Is the colors of the known, And recognize the flow. (Chorus) Do you see? Well can you see? What do you see? When will we ever be? We hold ourselves up, Through this test of time, Emortal without the heart and mind. In the balance of life, Between that wrong and right. It’s what thrusts us through this very life! (Chorus) Do you see? Well can you see? What do you see? When will we ever be In the sun, Or in the rain, It’s all full of this yin, And that yang. But the tree that grows, Must accept in this life we know, It’s going to have to go, Through a little pain. (Chorus 2) AH!!! Life!!!! OH!!! Life!!!!!!!!! And what goes up let me tell you something, It will come down. But where’s the beginning in that wich is compleat and round? Because on the cold days, we gather by the fire. OH, when we’re down, and you know it’s right honey, We look for that something to get us higher. (Chorus 2) AH!!! Life!!!! OH!!! Life!!!!!!!!! (Chorus) Do you see? Well can you see? What do you see? When will we ever be Ryan Brady O’Reilly ®2001 [comments] => 3 [counter] => 167 [topic] => 34 [informant] => Rbo [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SongLyrics )
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