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Journal created:
on 14 August 2011 (#40461682)
Updated:
on 17 November 2011
Name:
Sansa Stark
sansa stark
Sansa Stark | A Song Of Ice and Fire

This is an RPG journal for Scorched. I am not Sansa.







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Oh, my talking bird
Though you know so few words
They're on infinite repeat
Like your brain can't keep up with your beak

You're kept in an open cage so you're free to leave or stay
Sometimes you get confused
Like there's a hint that I'm trying to give you

The longer you think the less you know what to do

It's hard to see your way out
When you live in a house in a house
'Cause you don't realize
That the windows were open the whole time

Oh, my talking bird
Though your feathers are tattered and furled
I'll love you all your days
'Till the breath leaves your delicate frame

It's all here for you as long as you choose to stay...
It's all here for you as long as you don't fly away...





Hush all you murderous thoughts or I’ll learn what I love through what I’ve lost
Storm, storm inside my cup tell your tempest winds to ease up
For I’m skating on thin ice over a surface called my life
But my sense of ceremony’s strong, we can pretend that nothing’s wrong
This song is a scream from the shadows where I’ve been
But I pray your lips don’t utter this until after I leave

If I’m a mote upon the depth of time then what is consequence to a crime?
I’ve not sinned as such but silenced much for the sake of my loved one’s lives
And I’ve taught my nerves to lay down and my tears to stay at bay
With a sip of tea and some chivalry I can cope with all the strain
This song is a secret from a place where I have been
But I pray your mouth don’t shout it out until I have made my leave

All the opposites interchange
Love and hate rearrange
Every truth I ever claimed

For how long must I walk with no shoes and no coat against these winds?
Will this squall see me fall and raise all I’ve buried to my lips?
And there’s no limit on my love but my heart can overflow
Pass through the valves on the back of blood and out to every cell
This song is a plea for I so want you to see
All that you could never guess there could possibly be
There could possibly be
There could possibly be

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