Twocoldfeet (December 31, 1969 at 6:59 pm)

..this is funny?

Lozzo1212 (December 31, 1969 at 6:59 pm)

this is making me cry.who made this video?

kosovare1 (December 31, 1969 at 6:59 pm)

pt.6Your dreams of dominance will only help you forsake yourselfWhile your family continues its search for understandingAnd your daughters outlive your sons...

kosovare1 (December 31, 1969 at 6:59 pm)

here's the ending... I ran out of comments :) Parts 5 & 6pt.5Why not just turn aroundLessen the intensity of your western glare and face the rising sunNote the energy swirling from its centerHow it illumines us all and only the birds fly first class...There is your inheritance!The warmth of a kissInvest your tongue into the mouth of mysteryAllow her breath to seep into your lungs and surrender to her touch and guidanceTheres no other way -

ALEXXX518 (December 31, 1969 at 6:59 pm)

thanks so much !

kosovare1 (December 31, 1969 at 6:59 pm)

Dis-orient: turned away from the east.The shifting current seems to conspire against you.Mr. Nichols, you fail to see that youve always stood outside of this window, perched on the threshold of oblivion.Countless man made stories above the truthFor so long youve stood facing the setting sunMistaking the complimentary unified duality of nature as being right or wrongGood or evilGod or devilMr. Nichols instead of stepping from this ledge into the downfall of your up rise -

kosovare1 (December 31, 1969 at 6:59 pm)

pt.3Look...Your mother outlives your father,Your sister outlives your brother.And if you jump from this window today..Shell also outlive you.Look at her, sitting in her midwestern home, tuned into Oprah once againToday, she learns to meditate on a second-hand couch.Meanwhile, you stand outside this windowTwelve stories above the groundOne story remaining untold...You contemplate the setting sun,Unaware of your disorientation. -

kosovare1 (December 31, 1969 at 6:59 pm)

pt.2Wheres the glory you dreamt of as a child..Dressed as a cowboy, your play gun pointed at real targets Your mother, holding her tongue as your father consoles her with the words..its just boy stuffWellYou joined his fraternity, you grew into his old suitsYou acquired his beliefs, you embodied his dreams and with them his oversights.How long did you think it would last?Its just a matter of time.The world is far from over. -

kosovare1 (December 31, 1969 at 6:59 pm)

Please Mr. Nichols come back inside the windowI cant promise you anything, but I trust that there is far greater reason to liveI know youve become disheartened and disillusioned by the current state of affairsYour stocks are falling, your investments have failed youThe man from whom you took orders has been ordered to jail by his and your subordinatesYou question what is this world coming toWhat is the profit margin when youre forced to pander to the marginalized -

ALEXXX518 (December 31, 1969 at 6:59 pm)

where can i get the lyrics?