Standing outside looking in,
Running circles with the wind.
Lose the self I've never known,
Chasing light that's never shown.
Forever rise to no avail,
Rusted, bent, and brittle mail.
The rising sun breaks on eager ground,
It's dying screams release no sound.
This sadness might pass me by,
If I was ever left alone to cry.
Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 7:19 PM UTC
Standing outside looking in,
Running circles with the wind.
Lose the self I've never known,
Chasing light that's never shown.
Forever rise to no avail,
Rusted, bent, and brittle mail.
The rising sun breaks on eager ground,
It's dying screams release no sound.
This sadness might pass me by,
If I was ever left alone to cry.
1998 Jason R. Michie All Rights Reserved
Ok, last throwback, for now lol
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