There's a rushing and flowing of following feelings,
I'm down on my knees, hey buddy I'm kneeling.
Something's taken over my skin,
its inside my soul and its making me thin.
Its making me cold and its filling me with sin.
Holding me tight, don't give up,
but its stealing away my fight.
Alfie is losing the battle with life,
a violent attacking from and army of strife.
He's not out for the count though,
I still have my mind, Its not making me blind,
I got my thoughts and I'm still quite kind.
I'm here for the long run.
Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 5:25 PM UTC
There's a rushing and flowing of following feelings,
I'm down on my knees, hey buddy I'm kneeling.
Something's taken over my skin,
its inside my soul and its making me thin.
Its making me cold and its filling me with sin.
Holding me tight, don't give up,
but its stealing away my fight.
Alfie is losing the battle with life,
a violent attacking from and army of strife.
He's not out for the count though,
I still have my mind, Its not making me blind,
I got my thoughts and I'm still quite kind.
I'm here for the long run.
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