To wander where the rungs begun
Where all the prose beguiled the sun
And set ablaze the yester years
Leaving old men drying tears
For darkness came and went the same
So all they name would suffer blame
To right the wrong that came about
To sing a song with whisper or shout
Take control and lose the way
Climb the rungs out of the fray
To hights esteemed on day's morrow
A little luck the heart might borrow
And see how green this other side
Where dreams and wishes do collide
For all the prose beguiled the sun
Now I wonder where the rungs begun
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 2:10 PM UTC
To wander where the rungs begun
Where all the prose beguiled the sun
And set ablaze the yester years
Leaving old men drying tears
For darkness came and went the same
So all they name would suffer blame
To right the wrong that came about
To sing a song with whisper or shout
Take control and lose the way
Climb the rungs out of the fray
To hights esteemed on day's morrow
A little luck the heart might borrow
And see how green this other side
Where dreams and wishes do collide
For all the prose beguiled the sun
Now I wonder where the rungs begun
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