Brian Stafford

The hordes had gathered,
from far and wide;
With great anticipation,
for what was to behold;
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It's the same old picture,
but with different colours;
It's the same old people,
but with different faces;
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I saw yellow horses charging,
through fields of purple grass;
Van Gogh alive and painting,
trees with broken glass;
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If only I'd walked this way before,
Instead of walking past the door,
What things would I have found,
Would I be walking on new ground,
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I slapped the face in the face of adversity,
But I didn’t poke the eye of a storm,
I pulled a tooth from the teeth of a gale,
But I didn’t let the cat out of the bag;
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Melodic memories appear,
Uptempo thoughts arise,
Symphonic times of fear,
Instrumental moments surprise,
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There is something in the air,
Something all around,
Winds of uncertainty blow,
Are they loaded with virus,
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Your on a crazy journey,
but you won't be alone;

It's full of many paths,
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Let me take you on a journey,
Without going anywhere,
On a tour of the imagination,
Where travel is in your head,
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There's strange wind blowing,
through my head again;
I can't seem to remember,
what or where I am;
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There's a murder crows following me.
What did they see, why did they pick me,
Do they see anguish, turmoil and torment,
Or do they see innocence, joy and content,
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You've got to pay attention,
keep a track of your mind;

Don't let them be the victors,
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I came across a wise man,
words of wisdom he had for me;
Stay clear of flying horses,
and horses in the sea;
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As the wind gently blows,
the emerald leaves on the trees;
And the rain will continue to fall,
through the passages of time;
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And as the rain clouds came,
it couldn't dampen my flame,
They were calling out my name,
but I won't take the blame,
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I had the key to your heart,
so I thought I’d keep it safe;
I kept it my pocket,
for another rainy day;
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I'm on the Pharos lighthouse,
as the keeper of the light;
A sight of awe and wonder,
especially at night;
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There's a major transposition,
going on in these times;
Even my odd signatures,
are stepping out of time;
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An un-elected weasel, is running loose in our ranks;
Giving away our gold, and propping up the banks;
He’s reaped our taxes, and pillaged our pensions;
And he thinks he’s done it, with the best intentions,
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Warm hearted friendly faces await,
Grandma waves from the gate,
Mother arranges her flowers,
Father just seems to work long hours,
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