if you could have been somebody, you could have loved anyone

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you said if you could be somebody
you could love anyone
and as hard as it seems,
I know it can be done

guns and dusk at the dawn of day
you said, I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die that way
and there's an art to breaking a heart
out of the mold, out of the dark
are you capable? when you say...

you said if you could be somebody
you could love anyone
and as hard as it seems,
I know it can be done

giveaway cars and getaway stars
linger on this freedom that they can always come back,
yeah they can always come back
but you don't really feel like liberty
you don't really know what you want or need
or if it's worth being free

you said if you could be somebody
you could love anyone
and as hard as it seems at times
I know it can be done

'cause freedom don't linger for too long
no, no...freedom don't sure don't linger for too long
oh, no it don't, you better figure it out
what you want..
trust me, I know what it's like
because

if I had been somebody
you could have been the one
and as unreal as it seems
I know it can't undone
no it can't be undone

habakkuk

she keeps reading Habakkuk, and of
withering fig trees.
Trying her best to make sense of the universe that
lets her believe:
"You'll be a hero someday, and
you really aren't as lonely as you think you are"

on Tuesday nights and
Christmas afternoons,
when everyone else has gone to sleep,
she stumbles outside to
the car in the driveway only to find
the windows left down and snow
covering all the seats.

She keeps hearing voices and the
stone cold carburetor that's
trying its best to take her to that place
she's never seen, but
will know when she's find it, because
"you really aren't as lost as you thought you were"

on Sunday mornings and
in brand new Decembers
when she can't remember why she's still in bed,
the phone is ringing but
she won't answer it because
she knows what he's going to say:

"though your fig tree may not harvest,
you must still rejoice"

and she'll wander the silent streets
just to realize it doesn't get any deeper than that.

-Morgan Harper, 2007-05-23