SILVER SPEAR DRAGON FIRST EDITION

Chapter thirty six: Songs

I turned on the radio and this song definitely and truly played.

The song:

So Bronze, Golden, And Silvery:

I can see the beauty in the black-and-white.

I can see the beauty in the gray-and-white.

I can see the beauty in the full color.

I'm also able to see the beauty in the dark.

I'm also able to see the beauty in the light.

Why we can't we just celebrate?

What other moment would be great?

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Under the bronze glitter.

Under the golden glitter.

Under the silvery glitter.

The time is no bother.

Happiness to the other.

Happiness for each other.

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Under the bronze confetti.

Under the golden confetti.

Under the silvery confetti.

You know that l'm definitely and truly the one.

He. She. Boy. Girl. After the wedding we will be done.

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Are you wrong?

Are you right?

The feeling is tight.

The feeling is the fight.

We just can't avoid the night.

Losing your mind. Just might.

Staying up late. Only tonight.

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Under the bronze lights.

Under the golden lights.

Under the silvery lights.

The dream is so real.

You are the new hero. You are about to heal.

You are the new hero. You are the bigger person.

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I can see the beauty in the black-and-white.

I can see the beauty in the gray-and-white.

I can see the beauty in the full color.

You were a person and now you are the new hero.

You were unpopular but now as yourself you are not a zero.

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As I turned off the radio I took a quick peek through my front kitchen windows. The black, gray, and white printed curtains couldn't block my full view. They were pushed off to the sides. With ease I ran my fingers through the sand on my floor. My eyes had painfully tightened with angry. My nosy and jerky next door neighbor was in my house when I wasn't home. He opened my good door with his evil and jerky keys, closed the door with a high amount of caution, and had an entire tour of my house. He wanted something. But so far he had nothing. Being back home made me safe. My six children and my boyfriend-and-husband felt the opposite. He switched around furniture like he was some kind of crazy person. In my head I screamed he was a crazy nut. He searched for pictures and selfies. Such anger he had. I found my pictures scattered around on the ground. He ate some of our food. Some of our blackberries. Some of our blueberries. Some of our raspberries. Some of our strawberries. What had really happened here? Crazy.