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Many are the colorsMany are the colors that go to make up a life. And many are the screams that are lost in the sounds of strife. Many are the horses that could take us away. And many are the reasons; we choose not to ride today. But you know, there’s a chance that your dreams will all come true, and there’s a chance that we will never see them through. and there’s a chance , it depends, on your point of view. Your life’s dance could be painted by colors… oh so few. Many are the colors that you could find And many say they’re looking, even thought they are really blind. Many are the horses who have taken a fall. Many are the reasons; we choose not to move all. But you know, there’s a chance that you forgot that you ever knew, About life’s dance, and all the steps you have to go through. Do you think there’s a chance, your senses are deadened by your point of view? It’s your brush, not chance that paints all the colors life lays out… just for you. Many are the colors between black and white And many are the shades that lie in shadow and light. Many are the reasons that I should break my stride. But many are the horses I still want to ride. And I know there’s a chance that my dreams will all come true, and there’s a chance that I will never see them through My experience, has given me this point of view My life’s dance, I want painted by colors… of every hue. Many are the colors. So many are the colors.
©1988 David D. Vande Velde |
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copyright 2008 David D. Vande Velde