Robert+sapar

[|RUSH] [|Mystic Rythms] So many things I think about When I look far away Things I know, things I wonder Things I'd like to say

The more we think we know about The greater the unknown We suspend our disbelief And we are not alone

Mystic rhythms Capture my thoughts Carry them away Mysteries of night, escape the light of day

Mystic rhythms Under northern lights Or the African sun Primitive things stir the hearts of everyone

We sometimes catch a window A glimpse of what's beyond Was it just imagination Stringing us along?

More things than are dreamed about Unseen and unexplained We suspend our disbelief And we are entertained

Mystic rhythms Capture my thoughts Carry them away Nature seems to spin a supernatural way

Mystic rhythms Under city lights Or a canopy of stars We feel the powers and we wonder what they are

Mystic rhythms Capture my thoughts Carry them away Mysteries of night, escape the light of day

Mystic rhythms Under northern lights Or a canopy of stars We feel the push and pull of restless rhythms from afar

[|Tears for fears] [|Shout] Shout Shout Let it all out These are things I can do without Come On I'm talking to you Come on In violent times You shouldn't have to sell your soul In black and white They really really ought to know Those one track minds That took you for a working boy Kiss them goodbye You shouldn't have to jump for joy Shout They gave you life And in return you gave them them hell As cold as ice I hope we live to tell the tale Shout And when you've taken down your guard If I could change your mind I'd really love to break your heart Shout

[|Langston Huges] As I Grew Older

It was a long time ago. I have almost forgotten my dream But it was there then, In front of me, Bright like a [|sun--] My dream. And then the wall rose, Rose slowly, Slowly, Between me and my dream. Rose until it touched the sky-- The wall. Shadow. I am black. I lie down in the shadow. No longer the light of my dream before me, Above me. Only the thick wall. Only the shadow. My hands! My dark hands! Break through the wall! Find my dream! Help me to shatter this darkness, To smash this night, To break this shadow Into a thousand lights of sun, Into a thousand whirling dreams Of sun!

[|William Blake] A poision tree

I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow. And I watered it in fears Night and morning with my tears, And I sunned it with smiles And with soft deceitful wiles. And it grew both day and night, Till it bore an apple bright, And my foe beheld it shine, And he knew that it was mine,-- And into my garden stole When the night had veiled the pole; In the morning, glad, I see My foe outstretched beneath the [|tree.]