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Two Syllables

For The Sake
Of Your Soul Lost Heart Say What You Want Come Home
Who are
these kids
falling
out of
the sky?
These are
they, the
ones we
knew must
come. With
wings of
truth and
words of
beauty,
they make
us look
at our
simple
lives and
question
our whole
purpose
on Earth.
Listen
to these
children
for the
sake of
your soul.
Frozen
hands and
feet mean
you have
a warm
heart, right?
Then what
does it
mean if
you have
warm hands
and feet
but a
cold and
empty
feeling
where your
heart is
supposed
to be?
It means
I lost
my heart
somewhere
along
the way. Pencil
long and
wooden
black lead
the soul
and heart.
Grip tight,
control.
Make it
say what
you want.
It has
no thought
or a
desire
to say
a word.
Let it
be your
sword and
pierce the
hearts of
those who
can read.
Thusly
you make
it be
all it
can be. "Come home,"
said Mom.
Answer:
"Hell No!"
I am
alone
in this
big world.
Stop there
and think,
teachers
tell me.
What of
your great
future,
they ask.
All that
I know
is that
I'll go
as far
as my
two feet
will still
carry
my soul.

For The Sake Of Your Soul	Lost Heart	Say What You Want	Come Home
Who are these kids falling out of the sky? These are they, the ones we knew must come. With wings of truth and words of beauty, they make us look at our simple lives and question our whole purpose on Earth. Listen to these children for the sake of your soul.	Frozen hands and feet mean you have a warm heart, right? Then what does it mean if you have warm hands and feet but a cold and empty feeling where your heart is supposed to be? It means I lost my heart somewhere along the way.	Pencil long and wooden black lead the soul and heart. Grip tight, control. Make it say what you want. It has no thought or a desire to say a word. Let it be your sword and pierce the hearts of those who can read. Thusly you make it be all it can be.	"Come home," said Mom. Answer: "Hell No!" I am alone in this big world. Stop there and think, teachers tell me. What of your great future, they ask. All that I know is that I'll go as far as my two feet will still carry my soul.

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