Breakfast at Marissa's

Sunday, March 04, 2007

What A Difference 2 Months Can Make

Marissa's Thoughts December 13:

Warm chariot arise
Wipe the sleep out of my eyes
Now it’s time to breathe
Winters just too long
And it keeps dragging on
I need some time for me


There’s too much pain in the memories
Did you think you’d ever change
I can hear the hope of a new life
But it only gives me pain
You can tell that I’m just not the same
The days they seem so long
I’m left wondering if what I did was wrong

The frost it makes me cold
My heart it turns to loathe
Like it never did before
Dead things are all I see
You haven’t come back to me
I can’t think of you no more

There’s too much pain in the memories
Did you think you’d ever change
I can hear the hope of a new life
But it’s drowning in the rain
You can tell that I’m just not the same
I pretend to carry on
When every hope of happiness is gone

You can hear it in my voice
The uncertainty of choice
Was it all a huge mistake
Another perfect snow white dream
Watch the snowflakes as they gleam
Until you realize it’s all fake

There’s too much pain in the memories
Did you think you’d ever change
I can hear the hope of a new life
And I run to where it came
You can tell that I’m just not the same
This long winter never ends
But I hear spring is just around the bend

I know every season must come to an end
And I won’t be looking back to where I’ve been
Is this long winter almost to an end
Someone make my longest winter end


Marissa's Thoughts March 4:

Don't tell me not to fly
I've simply got to
If someone takes a spill
It's me and not you
Don't bring around the cloud to rain on my parade

Don't tell me not to leave
Just sit and putter
Life's candy and the sun's a ball of butter
Who told you you're allowed to rain on my parade

I'll march my band out
I'll beat my drum
And if I'm fanned out
Your turn at bat, sir
At least I didn't fake it, hat, sir
I guess I didn't make it

But whether I'm the rose of sheer perfection
A freckle on the nose of life's complexion
A Cinderella or a shiny apple of an eye
I gotta fly once
I gotta try once
Only can die once, right, sir?
Ooh, life is juicy
Juicy and you see
I gotta have my bite, sir

Get ready for me love'
Cause I'm a "comer"
I simply gotta march
My heart's a drummer
Don't bring around the cloud to rain on my parade

Get ready for me life,
'cause I'm a "comer"
I simply gotta march,
my heart's a drummer
Nobody, no, nobody, is gonna rain on my parade!

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