{"sf1_id":1927560,"sf2_id":"P1ExOgDn","title":"My Awkward \"Hopes and Dreams\" Lyrics","author":"Avoozl","words":259,"posted_at":"2022-11-30T22:31:00.000Z","tags":["Undertale","lyrics"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1927560-my-awkward-hopes-and-dreams-lyrics","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/P1ExOgDn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/fa/41/fa418fa0-93c4-46e2-b232-f617c1ca9b18","description":"#2 of Poetry\n\nUgh. I don't know what I'm doing. I can't write poetry. I know lyrics don't need to follow the lead instrument, but even still, I can't seem to manifest any iota of quality here. And as it becomes harder and harder, it just winds down until it doesn't work anymore. Yuck. Why did I publish this? Did I do anything right?","content":"Hopes and dreams,   \nBorn from stars.   \nLight that carries  \nFrom afar.   \n  \nDo days gone by  \nBring a tear  \nOr a glimmer  \nTo your eye?  \n  \nI know you'd  \nHold my hand  \nIf you'd only  \nUnderstand  \n  \nLife was never ours to take  \nIt's a gift from outer space  \nDarkened void devoid of instance  \nBurst with merciful existence.   \n  \nWas there a place that you called home?   \nWere there ones that you called family?   \nWould you ever let yourself tell  \nSomeone new, \"We'll live happily\"?   \n  \nProve it to me, as I face you  \nPacifist or blood-soaked warrior  \nSinful petals in captivity  \nYou can never breach my barrier.   \n  \nThese old bones, young and new again,   \nRevitalized upon these thoughts  \nWhat's the one thing you desire?   \nMaking friends or cutting throats?   \n  \nRaise your spear up like a hero,  \nJustice must have vigilance.   \nIn the act of self-defence,   \nCan you maintain your innocence?   \n  \nDid you stop and look around you  \nAt the world surrounding, and,  \nWas there something you created  \nWith the toils of your hands?   \n  \nEven with the same decisions,  \nDressed up in the trendiest glamour,  \nNever will there be another  \nQuite like your own nuanced rainbow.   \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;Even with the blood you might've spilled,   \nOr with the friends that you once made,  \nWill we hope for divine forgiveness  \nA hollow dream I must dissuade.   \n  \nWhere will you stand if we do not respond?   \nWhere will we be when comes the great beyond? \u0026nbsp;  \nYou can't outrun your memories   \nWithout knowing fact from fantasy.   \n  \nIn this land  \nWe call home  \nIs there a chance  \nTo atone?   \n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Poetry","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1925842-my-spider-dance-lyrics.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1930523-the-ultimate-showdown-of-old-godzilla.json"}}