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Written by Tracy Jones

This is the only time I really feel alive
This is the only time only time
Only time will tell
Time will tell will tell
Will time run out
Run out to a field
To a field a field
A field with a thousand flowers

        This is the only time I really feel alive
        The time when I am screaming and kicking
        And fighting to stay alive
        But why
        In life I am dead and in the face of death
        Only then am I alive
        Only alive
        But I am really fighting for live maybe
        I really want to die maybe
        I'm really alive maybe
        I'm really crying but are the tears real
        Or is it some strange defense
        Against what
        Am I fighting the realization maybe
        I'm fighting the horror the hopelessness
        I'm fighting the truth maybe
                You can't handle the truth!

Really?
I don't think anyone can
I don't think anyone knows the real truth
I can
I don't think there is a real truth
Truth is relative
Like Einstein said
        E=Mc2
Whatever that means

Do you remember chanting as a child
Rain rain go away come again some other day
With such vicious conceit
Thinking that the clouds in all their majesty
Would listen to you and go away
Just so you could go outside and play?

Did you ever stop to think that maybe the clouds were putting on a show for you
So you could see the rainbow at the end?

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