I went to a place.
Dark and lit by city lights.
I let me heart rest, my mind...not up to the task,
I let the moon handle that.
The stadiums are sound asleep,
the three rivers calm and live as always.
The fountain shines high tonight, well deserved appearence.
All I can hear is tires on construction roads.
I can hear the *** holes laugh from here.
It's sad really.
I will never see it as others do.
The burden of knowing the truth.
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 5:49 PM UTC
I went to a place.
Dark and lit by city lights.
I let me heart rest, my mind...not up to the task,
I let the moon handle that.
The stadiums are sound asleep,
the three rivers calm and live as always.
The fountain shines high tonight, well deserved appearence.
All I can hear is tires on construction roads.
I can hear the *** holes laugh from here.
It's sad really.
I will never see it as others do.
The burden of knowing the truth.
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