I stepped outside in early autumn 
It was cold enough to see my breath 
Felt a hole so deep couldn’t see the bottom 
Couldn’t appreciate its breadth 

Bitter memories and old regrets 
Seized upon me like a stealthy mugger 
Seems a part of me never forgets 
And overtime the terrain can just get rougher 

Chorus: 
Almost forgot the most important thing 
Almost forgot the one thing I know is true 
Almost forgot the reason I still sing 
Almost forgot that I’ll always have you 

Winter fell and the days just got more bleak 
The wind so cold I felt it in my heart 
I couldn’t even find the words to speak 
Or so many words didn’t know which word should start 

Chorus 

When spring came and the robin sang 
Something within me sprang 
Love like a new and growing chute 
The sky is blue but I am not 
For I know what I have got 
I know that I’ve got you to pull me through 

So hug me like the summer, don’t let go 
Let your sunshine penetrate my mind 
Let me feel your warmth from head to toe 
I’ll be your summer and you will be mine 

And I won’t forget the most important thing 
I won’t forget the one thing I know is true 
I won’t forget the reason that I sing 
Because I know I always have you

The Most Important Thing

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So I've been thinking. Like, a heart turned upside down looks like a bum. Right? A bum drop. Can you even imagine? If it was raining bum drops?

"Declaration of Human Independence"
Your persecution has leant a meaning to my movements that I would never have otherwise attained, for your stagnant strictures taught me my own lack of limit, and my feet now fall with the weight of destiny, my words welling in the heart of man like a spring of truth whose virtue is terrible to behold...
Your condemnation has taught me forgiveness... for only in your third degree did I glimpse the first impression of my second chance. So let my tears now be as diamonds in the light, for in your blinds of darkness did I learn to hear, and in your deafened muting did I learn to see...Surely I have grown strong in all the place you have broken me...
Your oppression has made me free... for your hatred has burned away all false friendship and standing all alone did I find true love, glowing in the lonely flames like iron forged in fire...you shall NEVER break it...
I call your sadism weakness, and this weakness did teach me true strength, for through the hurting did I learn endurance, through the pain did I come to know resilience: the path of patience...long have I walked it...
...until my hope grew greater than your fear, for its faith is forever and your fright a flickering phantasm...until my generosity grew greater than your greed, for this poverty has taught me the true wealth, and its seed was planted in me by the saints and seers and poets and prophets, then fertilized by their blood which you have spilled for so long....
You have no one but yourself to blame for what is about to happen...
For the noon-tide of the new man will overflow the dam you have set and flood your tepid garden of weeds...
..the past has passed...I come bearing the present of the present...

i bore to you a houndly frolic,
every rise and fall,
my backwords barkened by the rollick,
unheedy my call,

you gouged my grip, in scented slip,
for every phantom sniff,
and all that was, was lost because,
of wandering what if,

I bore to you a houndly frolic,
every fall and rise,
where winter whittled worry,
and unheedy went my cries,

your absence cast my echo,
in collide-a-scope collapse,
and all that is, was fleeting fizz,
for petulant perhaps,

so you tottered in a circle broken,
down on widdershins,
to engrave what must be left unspoken,
save by bitter grins,
upon the insides of my eyelids,
whence now even shorn and shuttered,
doth the vision of derision,
that the bitter grins have muttered,
cast it's kindling, sharp and spindling,
on the clenching of sightlesson,
so I'm sealing every feeling,
just to keep my keep from guessing,

The Most Important Thing

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