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10-28-2007

Footprints stamped in wet sand

A couple who walked hand in hand

Wind-blown hair in her face

Wandering off at a leisurely pace

 

Walking down the street busily

your own itinerary is all you see

Brushing past a million blank faces

All headed to their seperate places

 

Dirt packed solid as stone

Even the trees are never alone

Small plants crushed by tires

Whole forests burned by fires

 

No matter where the destination

You can always expect overpopulation

Every person just a part of the whole

So very few still listen to their soul

 

Civilizations fall and rise

Only to face a second demise

Because humans can't seem to learn

Hatred and destruction just burn

 

We all play follow the leader

But he knows that he can't please her

She really doesn't need that diamond

But the media tells him to buy them

 

Nobody can tell what love is

Because nobody knows the heart is

Missing, broken, fell apart

Only half-developed from the start

 

No matter where the destination

You can always expect overpopulation

Every person just a part of the whole

So very few still listen to their soul

 

Listen close and listen hard

Rip from your heart that icy shard

Reignite the passion for nature

Realize that not a soul can tame her

 

So obviously trapped in ourselves

Concerned only with what sells

Hollow clothes walking on their own

Their purpose or ending unknown

 

No matter where the destination

You can always expect overpopulation

Every person just a part of the whole

So very few still listen to their soul

 

..... Nobody listens to their soul.