Burning away
Eating at the soul
Day by Day
We get wrinkled and old
Some get stronger
Some get Bolder
Some appreciate
Some start to hate
Far apart we all are
But drawn together we also are
Before disaster strikes we are apart
After disaster strikes we are together
The emptiness in some's soul
Can turn out so cold
But some' soul are open and gold
Ready to help the needy and the old
We try to prevent it
We try to stop it
But all we can do
Is stand there and watch it
watching the world blaze
Feb 6, 2010
Feb 6, 2010 at 4:51 PM UTC
Burning away
Eating at the soul
Day by Day
We get wrinkled and old
Some get stronger
Some get Bolder
Some appreciate
Some start to hate
Far apart we all are
But drawn together we also are
Before disaster strikes we are apart
After disaster strikes we are together
The emptiness in some's soul
Can turn out so cold
But some' soul are open and gold
Ready to help the needy and the old
We try to prevent it
We try to stop it
But all we can do
Is stand there and watch it
watching the world blaze
copyright Randy Wiafe 2010
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