I am resourceful
I will take this thick pain
And mold it
Like clay
I will create a melody
To the pulse in my silent ears
One must live out each day
And find inspiration
In the height of the clouds
Or the depths of the shadows
Oct 22, 2016
Oct 22, 2016 at 4:53 PM UTC
I am resourceful
I will take this thick pain
And mold it
Like clay
I will create a melody
To the pulse in my silent ears
One must live out each day
And find inspiration
In the height of the clouds
Or the depths of the shadows
What will you chose to do with your fuel?
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