desire to inspire

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When I hear a line in a song that sends shivers down my spine – When I see a painting that dazzles my eyes – When I see a scientist speak of the Voyager spacecraft, Wildly, exuberantly –
Painted white on a canvas of skin, Just noticeable through the sleeve, A single tear in the human flesh, With which I want to grieve. It tells a story of bloodshed and tears,
I know you seemy eyes light upwhen I’m with you I know you hearmy joyous laughwhen we’re together There is nothingI love more, nothingthat gives me comfort
Without my parents, I wouldn’t be here, That’s obvious, but I mean something else. If they didn’t come here from over there, 
Inspiration comes in exotic waves. The biggest wave that crashes onto me is how people admit to their flaws. Tears may fall, and bodies might shake. But being brave is what is most inspiring.
3 perfect nights spent with you. holding you in my arms, it felt like it would never end. so unreal, almost like you could view it on the big screen in every theatre in town. the touch, the kisses, the hugs
3 perfect nights spent with you. holding you in my arms, it felt like it would never end. so unreal, almost like you could view it on the big screen in every theatre in town. the touch, the kisses, the hugs
Glaciers are melting  Temperatures are rising Why aren’t people changing We still drive cars
Thirteen years old, home alone.  My eyes begin to blur Screen after screen after screen after Click.  I’ve found something, 
In my mind I have memories of a street that is not quite a street, but rather a stream,  Which flows through a strip of woods, into a culvert, Down a gully, through the backyards of my neighborhood, 
By the grace of one vote The words off millions of tongues From the thrown bricks and shed blood and lost history
It's like clockwork I wake up, I eat, I sit and do nothing Do nothing while the weight of the world sits on my shoulders bending my back into a “C”  With the hands of the clock, the cycle repeats I wake up, I eat, I sit and do nothing Do nothing w
Walking by the river I heard,  A peaceful sound, almost a word.   I looked around the shallow bend, But could not hear the sound again.   Down the river bank I went,
Walking by the river I heard,  A peaceful sound, almost a word.   I looked around the shallow bend, But could not hear the sound again.   Down the river bank I went,
I am inspired by: giving other people time not money or fame    
She said the eyes are the windows to the soul Never had she stared so deeply into honey colored eyes That glistened as if he stood in the sun He smiled back at her
As the sounds of bows bounding across strings And fingers hitting keys fill the air I find my mind wandering I take in the sounds, listen to the words
As the sounds of bows bounding across strings And fingers hitting keys fill the air I find my mind wandering I take in the sounds, listen to the words
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