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"Resolve"

Of what use is a dead man? What could he possibly achieve?
A martyr for the weak? Strength for the naive?
Could he produce a light for a second, warm the others to open their eyes?
Then of what innocence can be lost of that size?
All presents are forgotten eventually, even the really big ones,
Would the man believe that he'll be saluted to death by guns?
A price of shock that knocks others to their feet?
"I remember him, christ, he was just so sweet...
he killed himself? Oh my God... I hadn't a clue...
I don't think he ever spoke to me, did he ever speak to you?"

But the thing to remember, isn't that cold December,
The mistake you made or the life you had laid,
For maybe one man died to make you truly realise,
That life doesn't just come in medium size,
For now you can live to fill out the bag,
Push to the edges and lift up the sag,
You've learnt your mistakes and what they could have done?
Then it's time to teach others to just see the sun,
Because people seem to be afraid to burn their eyes,
And then we always refuse to hear their cries,
Twisted into a realm of guilt,
Covering themselves in their sorrow of silt,
I'm not saying we have to dig them all out,
Just throw in the shovels and leave them to shout,
For maybe just maybe they'll just try and dig,
Fed up with those on their grave that do jig,
For we are all human, I ask are we not?
I guess that's why we still crave for the cot,
To be mothered again for it's too hard to stand,
Let someone else walk and take US by the hand,
So I think it's time we all just saw,
That we could ALWAYS walk through the door...
There's nothing to stop us and nothing to say,
Nothing to hold us or get in our way.

Our lives are for living, with the people we find
Suit the way that we laugh and can sit in our mind,
For life is beautiful, once you have found it,
But for me, to find it, I nearly pressed quit,
And that was so good for me, because now I don't hide,
And honestly I'm REALLY not going to commit suicide.
Still waiting for when? Then read this again,
Gallant people are allowed to live twice,
At first they may struggle, but then it's quite nice,
Because the first life they live may just be a disguise,
In hope that the others would look in their eyes,
Find freedom that the person is yet to discover,
Reach higher and taller, no need for a lover,
But the change does come, of disguise into skin,
The lies will come true and the hide will grow thin,
And then you are human, and it just seems unreal,
Your pain for a life in some twisted deal,
And what you were fighting for has finally come true,
I've become who I wanted, and it's all thanks to you.

Of what use is a dead man? What could he possibly achieve?
A martyr for the weak? Strength for the naive?
Could he produce a light for a second, warm the others to open their eyes?
Then of what innocence can be lost of that size?
All presents are forgotten eventually, even the really big ones,
Would the man believe that he'll be saluted to death by guns?
A price of shock that knocks others to their feet?
"I remember him, christ, he was just so sweet...
he killed himself? Oh my God... I hadn't a clue...
I don't think he ever spoke to me, did he ever speak to you?"

But the thing to remember, isn't that cold December,
The mistake you made or the life you had laid,
For maybe one man died to make you truly realise,
That life doesn't just come in medium size,
For now you can live to fill out the bag,
Push to the edges and lift up the sag,
You've learnt your mistakes and what they could have done?
Then it's time to teach others to just see the sun,
Because people seem to be afraid to burn their eyes,
And then we always refuse to hear their cries,
Twisted into a realm of guilt,
Covering themselves in their sorrow of silt,
I'm not saying we have to dig them all out,
Just throw in the shovels and leave them to shout,
For maybe just maybe they'll just try and dig,
Fed up with those on their grave that do jig,
For we are all human, I ask are we not?
I guess that's why we still crave for the cot,
To be mothered again for it's too hard to stand,
Let someone else walk and take US by the hand,
So I think it's time we all just saw,
That we could ALWAYS walk through the door...
There's nothing to stop us and nothing to say,
Nothing to hold us or get in our way.

Our lives are for living, with the people we find
Suit the way that we laugh and can sit in our mind,
For life is beautiful, once you have found it,
But for me, to find it, I nearly pressed quit,
And that was so good for me, because now I don't hide,
And honestly I'm REALLY not going to commit suicide.
Still waiting for when? Then read this again,
Gallant people are allowed to live twice,
At first they may struggle, but then it's quite nice,
Because the first life they live may just be a disguise,
In hope that the others would look in their eyes,
Find freedom that the person is yet to discover,
Reach higher and taller, no need for a lover,
But the change does come, of disguise into skin,
The lies will come true and the hide will grow thin,
And then you are human, and it just seems unreal,
Your pain for a life in some twisted deal,
And what you were fighting for has finally come true,
I've become who I wanted, and it's all thanks to you.