Friday, January 8, 2010

Score To Settle

If one could see; They could be
Up so High in the sky..

But like all, they too will fall,
Entangled webs, who realized?

Falling from grace, that look on your face,
It's tempered; together..

Falling from grace, that look on your face,
It's tempered; together, sharp as a knife.

So what of our lives?
So what of our lives?
We're missing the point-

Two week turmoil; two week turnover
Two week turmoil; two week turnover
And over and over and over.

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