
The shine of the morning dew beneath the summer sun
The happy chirping in the air, as the birds whimsically sing
Soft rainbows after the storms pass, and brighter days come
All of that I'd sacrifice for one more day in paradise
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To feel the tingle of excitement as our fingers touch
And to see the blinding twinkle in the deep ocean of your eyes
Of time, it doesn't feel like it's been all that much
And a thousand years would be worth it for one more try
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Like yesterday, that's how it feels in my heart
Like it was yesterday that this all began
So many memories have grown thick in that place I go to escape
Too many for me to hide within, and some I cannot find
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Wish not that I would see you again, and quite the opposite, I should pray
For I know that is not the way to go if ever I'm to find my way out
Impossible to escape the chains of the past, anchoring me to yesterday
And all of the things your blinders made me not see
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Sweet words like lullabies
The whispers from your lips
Were they all just spells carried through the winds
All just spells on the mystical voice of your siren song
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Crashed onto the rocks of your beauty like sailors of old
Never knowing the lies of the sirens that have taken so many before
Were your words to have been followed by equally intoxicating deeds
Nothing of heaven or earth could have broken the bonds thought so strong
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But sweet promises were all you brought to anchor a life to yours
Fulfill your selfish desires without ever being true
Hidden behind the face of an angel, the true face of a devil resides
Behind the lies of the siren was nothing of truth
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The lies of the siren show such wonderful images to trick the minds
Behind them fly the hidden truths that only others can ever see
Left only to wonder why the siren chooses thee
And why the evil wench couldn't let you be without destroying your soul
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Take not just a small part, the siren does
But with that vile and wretched beautiful song, she owns you
The siren knows of where you live and breathe, before she's done
Behind the lies of the siren, her wiles will destroy you
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Yet it is the siren that, inside a man's sou,l he still desires
With what's left of him, he still craves her insidiousness
Behind the lies of the siren's song lies something even sadder
There lie the ones the sirens forever changed
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Run from the siren's song
Run hard and fast until it's heard no more
For once, you feel the song within you
Behind the lies of the siren, you're facing an eternity not of your making
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Behind the lies of the siren's sweet song
All that remains is a poisonous image not for thee
Behind the lies of the sirens
Lie the chains of the unfree
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Behind the lies of the siren's song
That's where you'll find the unfree
Once great and filled with potential
Trying to find a paradise that can never be
About the Creator
Jason Ray Morton
Writing has become more important as I live with cancer. It's a therapy, it's an escape, and it's a way to do something lasting that hopefully leaves an impression.
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The only siren songs I've ever heard were for fire trucks, ambulances & police cars. Waiting for them to pass before returning home, only finding out later they were heading to the accident that claimed our son's life along with that of a friend.