Keep a fire burning in your eye;
pay attention to the open sky.
You never know what will be coming down.
I don't remember losing track of you-
you were always dancing in and out of view.
I must have thought you'd always be around
always keeping things real by playing the clown.
Now you're nowhere to be found.
I don't know what happens when people die;
can't seem to grasp it as hard as I try.
It's like a song I can hear playing right in my ear
that I can't sing.
I can't help listening
and I can't help feeling stupid standing 'round,
crying as they ease you down,
'cause I know that you'd rather we were dancing,
dancing our sorrow away,
no matter what fate chooses to play.
(There's nothing you can do about it anyway.)
Just do the steps that you've been shown
by everyone you've ever known
until the dance becomes your very own.
No matter how close to yours
another's steps have grown
in the end there is one dance you'll do alone.
Keep a fire for the human race.
Let your prayers go drifting into space.
You never know what will be coming down,
perhaps a better world is drawing near;
and just as easily it could all disappear
along with whatever meaning you might have found.
Don't let the uncertainty turn you around.
(The world keeps turning around and around.)
Go on and make a joyful sound.
Into a dancer you have grown,
from a seed somebody else has thrown.
Go on ahead and throw some seeds of your own
and somewhere between the time you arrive
and the time you go
may lie a reason you were alive.
But you'll never know.
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Rick Grimes 2020. Because this isn't a democracy anymore.
Things don't get better because you want them to.
All things serve the Beam.
Destroy your reputation. Be notorious.
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Things don't get better because you want them to.
All things serve the Beam.
Destroy your reputation. Be notorious.
Always up for a Walking Dead RP. PM me for my plots or toss me yours; nothing ventured, nothing gained.
Buying art of my OC.