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Bright is the Colour

By

ZEM

Bright is the colour

of my true love's eye

his lips so soft

so sweet his smile

the purest soul

the gentlest hands

I love the ground

whereon he stands

I love my Love 

and well he knows

I love the ground

whereon he goes

I thank the day

that he has come

so he and I can be as one

Bright is the colour

of my true love's eye

his lips so soft

so sweet his smile

the purest soul

the gentlest hands

I love the ground

whereon he stands

 

© ZEM

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Fear or Love

As the cold stars are floating in the Milky Way

the moon and sun will give their love away

 

Where is my place? Somewhere do I belong

What is my name? The one that I’ve become

You've changed my name, denied where I came from

Is that my face? The one you’re looking at

There is no blame? For the price I had to pay

As the cold stars are floating in the Milky Way

the moon and sun will give their love away

 

 I have a voice, that’s all that I have got

To tell about, the things that I forgot

I have a choice, to run right trough the dark

To find a place, somewhere I do belong

 

I have a name, I have a face

I have a plan, I have a place

‘cuz above all I have the chance

To take my life in my own hands

I have a soul , I have a mind
I have a voice to sing out loud!

That above all I have the choice

To see the world in fear or love 

I have a dream, I can create
I can receive and I can give
but above all I can be, 
I can feel and I can love

I have a soul , I have a mind,
I have a voice to sing out loud:

that above all I have the choice

to see the world in fear or love!

@ZEM

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IN MY SAFE HELL 

 

I figured out the perfect life, 

the perfect life that one should have

being strong, on my own

being weak, for somebody else

I’ve walked the line, but not too straight

being independent, but held by strings

let the strings be broken so I can tell

how life was in my safe hell

 

the maker of perfumes without a smell 

everybody loves the loveless well 

The puppet show is over now

cut the rope above my head

 

Chained by a loveless thread, 

a loveless thread that keeps me as one

Break the chains 'round my ankle, 

break the chains so I can fall

my chastity belt, let it be unchained 

and let me feel again

let the chain be broken 'round my neck, 

and I will leave my safe hell

 

the maker of perfumes without a smell 

everybody loves the loveless well 

The puppet show is over now

cut the rope above my head 

@ZEM

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