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2003-01-27 - 12:31 p.m. Colors change, winter comes I've marched to beats of different drums Illusion's joy evades me now I've seen the hand upon the plow . It's not me anymore . The accordian plays but I walk on, The monkey's dead, the cup is gone, Too late to sing a young boy's song, Too late to ask you what went wrong. . That's not me anymore . Time's fair strokes, the composition, Our medium was your condition. When I finally paint the canvas What will creative forces hand us? . It won't be me anymore . I saw the little girl in need A victim of her brother's greed Heart of ache, heart of pain, What was that thing I felt again? . It can't be me anymore . Wanting isn't having and it almost did me in I was feeling what I felt and I fell into her skin, A hand dealt by fate and it wouldn't wash away. When it all played out, forgive me, but I don't know what to say. . It isn't me anymore . I loved for what it's worth Hoped to be her song of mirth Gave my all to be her strength Paid the price for her at length . But I'm not here anymore . Now I cry for heaven's touch Upon this child who hurt so much To feel another's aching heart Leaves me here to play this part. . I'm not the same anymore. � � |