so i'm watchin
while that shit blows away
Speakin the word of the yesterday
eyes up tears gone
rippin with every tide
the sunset's wasted since today we die
not a moment unworthy
not a thought sub par
not a soul damned enough to be too far
eyes closed and hands folded
we cry to our father priest
get off your knees and take a bow
cus we don't quit till the sound has ceased
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
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