Old Songs

North Pole:

The sun'll come out, tomorrow
Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow
There'll be sun...
...Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love ya, tomorrow, you're only a day away!!!!
(well, after midnight "tomorrow")
AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
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South Pole:

I was playing some old songs in my poetry binder today (well, before midnight "today"), and I came across this old one. I wrote it during the choir retreat (the one that the boys got sent home from for sneaking into our cabin at night), for an English assignment related to the short story "And the Children Shall Rise" [Matthew 10:21].
The lyrics intrigued me anew, so I thought I'd post them for you.

Dangerous Wish

Trust me so I can have control
So I can wind you, make you win or lose
You have been elected ally
And yes I know that no, you didn't choose.

You'd like to get inside my head, wouldn't you?
I'm not sure myself of what's in there
And I know your dream clouds float on every move I make
But that's your own mistake

I've seen so much I know so much (I think I do...)
When would I have time to feel the pain?
To want to know me deeply is a dangerous wish
Who can tell from right or wrong or sane?

You'd like to get inside my head, wouldn't you?
I'm not sure myself of what's in there
And I know your dream clouds float on the sound of my velvet voice
But that's your own choice

And I won't take the blame
I won't demonstrate such shame
Climb my barricade, you'll fall
And I'm not responsible at all

You'd like to get inside my head, wouldn't you?
I'm not sure myself of what's in there
And I know your dream clouds float on cracking open my vault
But that's your own fault

Stand by in wonder at my silence
Stick around and watch me quietly rant
Could you go on living if I disappeared?
I know you never could, and I like that you can't

You'd like to get inside my head, wouldn't you?
I'm not sure myself of what's in there
And I know your dream clouds float on the mystery of my life
But that's your own strife
That's your own strife

That's your own
Strife

--BiPolarNess