<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837968</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:04:45.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Great Good Place!</title><subtitle type='html'>Go, eat your bread with joy, and drink your wine with a merry heart, for God has already accepted your works.  Let your garments always be white, and let your head lack no oil.  -Eccl 9:7-8</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenupright.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837968/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenupright.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10934796448962861078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837968.post-113859529380803585</id><published>2006-01-29T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T09:52:06.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catastrophe</title><content type='html'>where do you see yourself now&lt;br /&gt;are you lost in the midst&lt;br /&gt;of where youve been told to be&lt;br /&gt;or of what you lack to see&lt;br /&gt;They say it's hard to escape&lt;br /&gt;impossible to be set free&lt;br /&gt;sadly by no fault of yours&lt;br /&gt;and certainly not of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know&lt;br /&gt;I've seen it time and time again&lt;br /&gt;thinking he is her only friend&lt;br /&gt;and when she wakes up alone&lt;br /&gt;she sits by the phone trying not to pretend&lt;br /&gt;It's a wish he cannot grant&lt;br /&gt;a promise he cant grace&lt;br /&gt;but I can take you to a higher place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I'm gonna show you another way&lt;br /&gt;They say it's simple so dont be afraid&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna live to see another day.&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you mercy until the end of time&lt;br /&gt;dont you see, see, see&lt;br /&gt;because we're living until we die&lt;br /&gt;and you're gonna pass this catastrophe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lived this moment, two times before&lt;br /&gt;dejavu is what I'm living for&lt;br /&gt;if I cant live to learn the first time&lt;br /&gt;why should you, why should you&lt;br /&gt;listen to me now, I've made my mistake&lt;br /&gt;why must you try to compensate&lt;br /&gt;every stumble of mine was for you to take&lt;br /&gt;not to toss back in my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you never needed to be this way&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I'm gonna show you another way&lt;br /&gt;They say it's simple so dont be afraid&lt;br /&gt;we're gonna live to see another day&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you mercy until the end of time&lt;br /&gt;Why dont you see, why dont you see&lt;br /&gt;Because we're living until we die&lt;br /&gt;and you dont have to live this catastrophe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dont have to live this catasrophe.&lt;br /&gt;it's not yours anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837968-113859529380803585?l=fallenupright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenupright.blogspot.com/feeds/113859529380803585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837968&amp;postID=113859529380803585' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837968/posts/default/113859529380803585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837968/posts/default/113859529380803585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenupright.blogspot.com/2006/01/catastrophe.html' title='Catastrophe'/><author><name>Shane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10934796448962861078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837968.post-113123226264471404</id><published>2005-11-05T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T09:13:39.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my emo</title><content type='html'>It's a shame that&lt;br /&gt;I've had to learn to sleep&lt;br /&gt;with one eye open, palm on my chest&lt;br /&gt;so you cant steal my heart again.&lt;br /&gt;but evidentally you've beat me&lt;br /&gt;to the punch. It's gone&lt;br /&gt;and I see the trail it's left&lt;br /&gt;leading straight to your deceit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I have my solice.&lt;br /&gt;knowing you'll need me again.&lt;br /&gt;I waited for you, waited for&lt;br /&gt;the image of our past.&lt;br /&gt;But the picture's burnt,&lt;br /&gt;Charred with our idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's no longer bitterness&lt;br /&gt;that drives my distrust.&lt;br /&gt;It's that smile, that laugh,&lt;br /&gt;that kiss we shared&lt;br /&gt;to bring me to my peak.&lt;br /&gt;when you left me broke and weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, amends we can&lt;br /&gt;I'll believe you. I always did,&lt;br /&gt;and that's what put me here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837968-113123226264471404?l=fallenupright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenupright.blogspot.com/feeds/113123226264471404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837968&amp;postID=113123226264471404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837968/posts/default/113123226264471404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837968/posts/default/113123226264471404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenupright.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-emo.html' title='my emo'/><author><name>Shane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10934796448962861078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837968.post-110900340075930359</id><published>2005-02-21T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T08:30:00.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never left behind</title><content type='html'>So if I had the mind to touch you&lt;br /&gt;and a certain way to reach you&lt;br /&gt;I would follow desperation to the end&lt;br /&gt;You're feeling too controled to find it&lt;br /&gt;but the rage inside won't let you hide it&lt;br /&gt;In time a call will bring you to the finite inn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw it for a moment in time&lt;br /&gt;you were raising your hands to the sky&lt;br /&gt;and it came to you like it was tried and true&lt;br /&gt;and you would never be left behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure in ways we've past it&lt;br /&gt;Never knew we've ever lasted&lt;br /&gt;what was gifted us to our final day&lt;br /&gt;And I'll pray you keep forgiving&lt;br /&gt;all the days you've gone on living&lt;br /&gt;but had wished you could ignore all that I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I saw it for a moment in time,&lt;br /&gt;you were raising your hands to the sky.&lt;br /&gt;And it came to you like it was tried and true,&lt;br /&gt;and you would never be left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling faster, I'm racing after&lt;br /&gt;A soul I know to be free&lt;br /&gt;If I could I'd live it, oh a world to live it&lt;br /&gt;But it's not mine, I am not mine&lt;br /&gt;I gave that up so long ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I saw it for a moment in time,&lt;br /&gt;you were raising your hands to the sky.&lt;br /&gt;And it came to you like it was tried and true,&lt;br /&gt;and you would never be left behind.&lt;br /&gt;left behind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837968-110900340075930359?l=fallenupright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenupright.blogspot.com/feeds/110900340075930359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837968&amp;postID=110900340075930359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837968/posts/default/110900340075930359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837968/posts/default/110900340075930359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenupright.blogspot.com/2005/02/never-left-behind.html' title='Never left behind'/><author><name>Shane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10934796448962861078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837968.post-109968262609308994</id><published>2004-11-05T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T11:28:41.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lie Was Promised</title><content type='html'>A fifth of the wave&lt;br /&gt;and none from the season&lt;br /&gt;anatomy of devotion&lt;br /&gt;subsides within treason&lt;br /&gt;Ultimate design&lt;br /&gt;of contrasting illusion&lt;br /&gt;leave me but dangle&lt;br /&gt;in utter confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Across me in glass&lt;br /&gt;I'm awared my reflection&lt;br /&gt;entangled in vanity&lt;br /&gt;by scalding deception&lt;br /&gt;enthralled by my mind&lt;br /&gt;I delimit my heart&lt;br /&gt;for the chance of desertion&lt;br /&gt;I dare not begin to start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know better than to spring&lt;br /&gt;my senses aroused but confined&lt;br /&gt;if I proceed and in turn fail&lt;br /&gt;I'll be tainted bitter stale&lt;br /&gt;forever shunned by the better tale&lt;br /&gt;I failed myself this time&lt;br /&gt;I failed my life in crime&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't commit without your promise&lt;br /&gt;that I'd be the last man standing&lt;br /&gt;without regrets or regards to my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sustain me my friend&lt;br /&gt;confine in my worth&lt;br /&gt;substantial imprisoning&lt;br /&gt;withholds my move forth&lt;br /&gt;instilled me at last&lt;br /&gt;my will and my power&lt;br /&gt;a last drop of hope&lt;br /&gt;results in my finest hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know better than to spring&lt;br /&gt;my senses aroused but confined&lt;br /&gt;if I proceed and in turn fail&lt;br /&gt;I'll be tainted bitter stale&lt;br /&gt;forever shunned by the better tale&lt;br /&gt;I failed myself this time&lt;br /&gt;I failed my life in crime&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't commit without your promise&lt;br /&gt;that I'd be the last man standing&lt;br /&gt;without regrets or regards to my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've stood too long&lt;br /&gt;I've prayed too hard&lt;br /&gt;and in his song&lt;br /&gt;of face left marred&lt;br /&gt;I'll trace my prints&lt;br /&gt;to follow back&lt;br /&gt;and gather hints&lt;br /&gt;of the life I lack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837968-109968262609308994?l=fallenupright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenupright.blogspot.com/feeds/109968262609308994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837968&amp;postID=109968262609308994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837968/posts/default/109968262609308994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837968/posts/default/109968262609308994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenupright.blogspot.com/2004/11/lie-was-promised_109968262609308994.html' title='The Lie Was Promised'/><author><name>Shane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10934796448962861078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837968.post-109864728006097908</id><published>2004-10-24T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T12:49:50.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Melodromania</title><content type='html'>Shades of mixed emotion&lt;br /&gt;are turning my back blue&lt;br /&gt;Faced down on the concrete&lt;br /&gt;life it flows from my&lt;br /&gt;fingertips, edging me, pushing me&lt;br /&gt;get back up you melodromatic&lt;br /&gt;but I'm fine, just let me be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intertwined within this&lt;br /&gt;a circle of fear revolves&lt;br /&gt;and like my lifeless body&lt;br /&gt;builds an aroma of&lt;br /&gt;dust, mold, an empty basement&lt;br /&gt;abandoned and forgotten twice&lt;br /&gt;though many had left, no one was sent&lt;br /&gt;back for me not for shuring&lt;br /&gt;themselves that they failed me&lt;br /&gt;not knowing they nailed me&lt;br /&gt;back to the pinwheel&lt;br /&gt;to become a game of laughter and amusement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear me now&lt;br /&gt;that I'm screaming in your face&lt;br /&gt;or is the saliva dripping from your cheek&lt;br /&gt;another reminder of my disgrace&lt;br /&gt;Give it back to me now&lt;br /&gt;the gifts I gave that have no price&lt;br /&gt;The ones you carry on and on with you&lt;br /&gt;when the price tag won't suffice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I called back to you&lt;br /&gt;would you hear more than&lt;br /&gt;insignificant static from my lips&lt;br /&gt;I'd let you know when I'd speak&lt;br /&gt;nonsense, it's pointless, so senseless&lt;br /&gt;when my words flow right through&lt;br /&gt;and kept my thoughts in duress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No less than what I've taken&lt;br /&gt;No more than what I've given&lt;br /&gt;simply enough to keep you here&lt;br /&gt;and enough to supress me there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837968-109864728006097908?l=fallenupright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenupright.blogspot.com/feeds/109864728006097908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837968&amp;postID=109864728006097908' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837968/posts/default/109864728006097908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837968/posts/default/109864728006097908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenupright.blogspot.com/2004/10/melodromania.html' title='Melodromania'/><author><name>Shane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10934796448962861078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837968.post-109864825031915942</id><published>2004-10-22T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T13:07:59.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Samurai</title><content type='html'>My salt-stained cheeks&lt;br /&gt;spawn life to a new&lt;br /&gt;fountain of life in a lost&lt;br /&gt;child-mistaken world&lt;br /&gt;cultic followings, ceremonial,&lt;br /&gt;ancestral virtues carried out&lt;br /&gt;without recognition or cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep in a wall hidden by flowers&lt;br /&gt;on canvassed wallpaper you can find&lt;br /&gt;mysteries beyond your wildest dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Cinamographic details embed&lt;br /&gt;deep within your head a vision of life taken&lt;br /&gt;away so long ago&lt;br /&gt;but if fall delivers two seasons late&lt;br /&gt;and snow drowns the leaves above&lt;br /&gt;I won't dare try to recall the dream&lt;br /&gt;of the samurai who never drew his sword&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will dream again, that men were men&lt;br /&gt;and the steed on which they rode&lt;br /&gt;never rested in the cold&lt;br /&gt;ground was stood upon again&lt;br /&gt;and the impassable bridge was once more&lt;br /&gt;fought for, and triumphed over&lt;br /&gt;like should have been when men were men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the tall road&lt;br /&gt;where our common loyalties stand&lt;br /&gt;I dare not mention my dream&lt;br /&gt;to another suit and tie bound&lt;br /&gt;by fate we received&lt;br /&gt;when we wanted to be somebody&lt;br /&gt;we all wanted to be somebody&lt;br /&gt;and someone I will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837968-109864825031915942?l=fallenupright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenupright.blogspot.com/feeds/109864825031915942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837968&amp;postID=109864825031915942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837968/posts/default/109864825031915942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837968/posts/default/109864825031915942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenupright.blogspot.com/2004/10/samurai.html' title='The Samurai'/><author><name>Shane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10934796448962861078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837968.post-109847758527366763</id><published>2004-10-22T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T13:39:45.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Young, wild, true</title><content type='html'>Think about the days&lt;br /&gt;when we were heroes for climbing trees&lt;br /&gt;Tackling branch by branch&lt;br /&gt;while living amongst the leaves&lt;br /&gt;Though we knew that we were daring&lt;br /&gt;we would bear subside our fear&lt;br /&gt;Somehow we had known&lt;br /&gt;that help was standing near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could just recall just how it felt&lt;br /&gt;to just be young at heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And remember passing notes&lt;br /&gt;to the one that you adored&lt;br /&gt;Free from fear of broken hearts&lt;br /&gt;free from a fear of being luered&lt;br /&gt;because in this moment&lt;br /&gt;we spoke what we knew true&lt;br /&gt;no more barriers or restraints&lt;br /&gt;There was only me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was simple long ago&lt;br /&gt;and we turned it into snow&lt;br /&gt;browned and muddy on the road&lt;br /&gt;We can't play in it anymore&lt;br /&gt;but remember when we could?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when the time comes again&lt;br /&gt;will you be ready? with sled in hand&lt;br /&gt;to glide like glass across the land&lt;br /&gt;Let's be curious again, and let's explore&lt;br /&gt;So let us sled from sea to sea, and shore to shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was simple long ago&lt;br /&gt;and we turned it into snow&lt;br /&gt;browned and muddy on the road&lt;br /&gt;We can't play in it anymore&lt;br /&gt;but remember when we could?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837968-109847758527366763?l=fallenupright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837968.post-109847911245178048</id><published>2004-10-22T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T14:22:59.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>unfinished template pt. 1</title><content type='html'>If pity could save&lt;br /&gt;I'd be clean forever&lt;br /&gt;and if my tears were wood chips&lt;br /&gt;my splintered eyes would blind&lt;br /&gt;the truest martyrs of my time&lt;br /&gt;But if I allotted grace to heal&lt;br /&gt;I'd then commit no crime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In concious sobriety&lt;br /&gt;my will begins to fail&lt;br /&gt;and crumble in spiral descent&lt;br /&gt;among others who suffer&lt;br /&gt;equal pain and turmoil&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure my life is spent&lt;br /&gt;I've said everything I've ever meant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow me down&lt;br /&gt;surround me with terricloth&lt;br /&gt;so I'll once again be warm&lt;br /&gt;carry me once again&lt;br /&gt;because the last time I felt you in me&lt;br /&gt;I had clarity, and shade against the wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've fooled my arms again&lt;br /&gt;tossing them in every direction&lt;br /&gt;to hold things that couldn't embrace&lt;br /&gt;me back, though I wanted them to&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I've fallen&lt;br /&gt;short once again left crawlin'&lt;br /&gt;What will it take for me to be all in,  once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow me down&lt;br /&gt;surround me in terricloth&lt;br /&gt;so I'll once again be warm.&lt;br /&gt;Carry me once again&lt;br /&gt;because the last time I felt you in me&lt;br /&gt;I had clarity, and shade against the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837968-109847911245178048?l=fallenupright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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