Yesterday Was Just A Stage

So beside, the basic fact that, we fell in love, with old winter,

Inside of doors, we were now, and forevermore, so unsure …

Sure seems, like it’s all, planned until, falling, into reverse,

First we fly, but then we crawl, over our walls, now in turn …

In terms, of what is true or not, it matters all, what we do want,

For why we burn, for another’s urn, is sure to turn out, earned …

But when we stall, for our worth, we work it out, with the hurt,

With the hurdles, come the callings, failings, twisting, to work …

Words and bells, and wishing wells, will ring out loud, unburden,

Their own shells, into the fields, under the stars, into the universe …

Certain signs, will come and find, you startled by, all winking eyes,

Sizing up, every crossroads now, you will begin to finish, your life …

With every step, new beginning, fresh rejoinder, to darkened chorus,

Best we hurdle, into the night, than watch the lights, go out tonight,

Tired and weary, are those without bearing, without meaning, daring,

Without caring, we fall away, from the beating heart, of our purpose …

Because, Everything Being Equal … We might as well all be free …

Yesterday was just a stage, every day, is a new chance, to redeem …

Everything, Being Equal … We might as well all, fly for the fence …

We might as well, go down, with fists held high, for common sense …

Everything Being Equal … We might as well all be free …

Yesterday, just a stage, every days, a chance, to redeem …

Yesterday, just a stage, every day, a chance, to redeem …

Yesterday, just a stage, every day a chance … to redeem …

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