do you want
the sand which is in
my pocket

what can i promise from tomorrow
when yesterday gave me only sorrow
and what today has i can only borrow
it's my own expectations i can't believe
i need to trust them but they just deceive
i always expect more than i receive
it's time my dreams i offend
no future on which to depend
stand for nothing and expect to bend

sweat pours
from the poor's
pores

its all right
theres some left

she couldnt start at the top, on logic, the he king would prop. at the beginning, her delusions he would stop. she looked for the reasons he could hold his own. she decided it was because he was grown.so in the ear of the prince the queen did moan. about matters of gender and equality's splendor. in fact she wouldnt leave it alone. she looked to the day she would have her way with a he that a she raised on the throne.

it's not the cops
that stops
the crime
they come late , scrape up a dime
it's the cops
that stops
the neighbor
that could save her
in time