Mar 2013
The memory hits me, like a brutal hand
I remember the seething voice of demand
That night the sky brushed with perfect shade
Grateful to the crowd I began to fade
I sunk deeper and deeper keep my head held low
All of a sudden I was face to face with my foe
Too shocked to speak too stubborn to show fear
A response to my distaste they wiped a blind tear
There was nowhere to run to not a place to hide
Trouble had me in its trap I was prisoner to its side
I remember the seething voice of demand
That night the sky brushed with perfect shade
Grateful to the crowd I began to fade
I sunk deeper and deeper keep my head held low
All of a sudden I was face to face with my foe
Too shocked to speak too stubborn to show fear
A response to my distaste they wiped a blind tear
There was nowhere to run to not a place to hide
Trouble had me in its trap I was prisoner to its side
Some people see trouble as a little monster I for some odd reason picture it as a bad person at a masquerade ball if that didn't come across sorry because I wanted it to ........I
Hope this makes sense........ Ah who care it rhymes...right??
Hope this makes sense........ Ah who care it rhymes...right??
(Minnesota)
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