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you are freakin out, man
Join Date: Jan 2006
Location: ajax, ontario
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Bethel
----------------------------------- My feet upon the ground make this ending feel much nearer Though my ignorance of loyalty begs the question How could one even so fickle as me Have morals so conspicuously trampled by possession When I know the shades and shadows of hope I left myself for a more rainy day Were silenced by a shimmer of the outside that caressed my doubts away And as faith becomes obsession and obsession brings resistance I am plagued by family trees of accusation and admittance Now to stray even a pace from the fortress of my cause Is to accept the need for war and the transparency of laws Whether this struggle left signs or sins I must understand that everything begins With the step off a curb into a busy street And the disgust that the concrete still dirties your feet So show me something holy, I’ll show you blind determination And the promise that discretion Is just the art of compensation So show me something real I’ll show you what’s sacred instead The understanding I’ll never be safe Now that I know my hope is dead Did you think that I was scared? To leave my mother before I could show her The sting of one last stab at closure? I swear I’m never going home. ---------------------------------- wow i need to write more... you know the drill |
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