threads of truth combine,
i look to a brighter time,
forget thought of pain,
wipe the slate clean, start again,
dust down and walk,
forget about all the talk,
rebuild and plan,
nows the time you can,
if its broken need to re-assemble,
even if it makes you tremble,
beads of sweat appear,
can someone help can someone steer,
beached upon your shore,
i'm watered down once more,
here i sit here i wait,
the jury is out about my fate.
phil
May 25, 2012
May 25, 2012 at 4:54 PM UTC
threads of truth combine,
i look to a brighter time,
forget thought of pain,
wipe the slate clean, start again,
dust down and walk,
forget about all the talk,
rebuild and plan,
nows the time you can,
if its broken need to re-assemble,
even if it makes you tremble,
beads of sweat appear,
can someone help can someone steer,
beached upon your shore,
i'm watered down once more,
here i sit here i wait,
the jury is out about my fate.
phil
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