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There are monsters all around usThey can be so hard to seehey don't have fangs, no blood-soaked clawsThey look like you and me. But we're not defenselessWe're no damsels in distressTogether we can fend off the attackAll we gotta do is watch our backs.Your body is beautiful how it isWho you love is nobody's business We all contemplate life and deathIt's the poet who gives these thoughtsbreath.The monster is strong, don't be mistakenIt thrives on fear-keeps us isolatedBut together we can fend off its attackAll we gotta do is watch our backs.In your darkest hourWhen the fight's made you wearyWhen you think you've lost your powerWhen you can't see clearlyWhen you're ready to surrenderGive in to the blacklook over your shoulderI've got your back.

And now, the end is near,And so I face the final curtain.My friend, I'll say it clear,I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.I've lived a life that's full.I've traveled each and every highway;And more, much more than this,I did it my way.

I thought I could let you goI thought that you could leave and knowThe time we took would fadeBut I__ colder than the bed where we layYou let go if you like, I__l hold onSay no all you want, I__ not doneBaby, I promise youDid you think I__ let you go?That__ never happening and now you knowTake your time, I__l waitRegretting every last thing I said

Are you, are you Coming to the tree They strung up a man They say who murdered three. Strange things did happen here No stranger would it be If we met at midnight In the hanging tree.Are you, are you Coming to the tree Where the dead man called out For his love to flee. Strange things did happen here No stranger would it be If we met at midnight In the hanging tree.Are you, are you Coming to the tree Where I told you to run, So we'd both be free. Strange things did happen here No stranger would it be If we met at midnight In the hanging tree.Are you, are you Coming to the tree Wear a necklace of rope, Side by side with me. Strange things did happen here No stranger would it be If we met at midnight In the hanging tree.

Pick a star on the dark horizon and follow the light.

Sometimes it may seem dark, but the absence of the light is a necessary part.

Ascend, may you find so resistanceJust know that you made such a differenceAll you leave behind will live to the endThe cycle of suffering goes onBut memories of you stay strongSome day I too will fly and find you again

Juliet, the dice were loaded from the start. / When you gonna realize it was just that the time was wrong, Juliet?

Give my regards to Broadway,Remember me to Herald Square,Tell all the gang at 42nd Street,That I will soon be there;Whisper of how I'm yearningTo mingle with the old time throng,Give my regards to old Broadway,And say that I'll be there e'er long.

East Side, West Side, all around the town,The tots sang "Ring-a-rosie, London Bridge is falling Down;Boys and Girls together, me and Mamie O'Rorke, Tripped the light fantastic on the sidewalks of New York.

Now everyone dreams of a love faithful and true,But you and I know what this world can do.So let's make our steps clear so the other may see.And I'll wait for you...should I fall behind wait for me.

I'm kind of over getting told to throw my hands up in the air,So there.

Chance is your godThough you're falling free you will land hard

Am I the only onewishing life away?Never caught up in the momentbusy begging the past to stayMemories painted with much brighter ink;they tell me I loved, teach me how to think.

We gladiate, but I guess we're really fighting ourselves.

Don't it always seem to go, that you don't know what you've got till it's gone.

I__l be there someday, I can go the distance.I will find my way, if I can be strong.I know every mile, will be worth my while,When I go the distance, I__l be right where I belong. - Hercules

Our CrossOur little circle hides in the mind,It's difficult to miss but hard to find,It goes unspoken but yet it speaks,From backward years to forward weeks,We can't forget but why even try,Two of a kind doesn't know goodbye,It's a silent question that God won't share,A breeze we feel but seems unfair,Distant, rare but only madness can see,It's something deeper than any infinity,Because we walk this parallel path up and down,There is no circle to hold us circus clowns,So let's give it a symbol and label it a loss,We will remember it always as we carry our cross.