A stepping stone I seemed to be,
From gold to grey so instantly.
Passion and loyalties were dedicated,
Dreams and ideas we created.
With no form of anticipation,
A smash of all were for the taking.
My mind plays tricks on yesterday,
For what i should have or shouldn't say.
I don't believe to have been of fault,
But purely just a deep firm bolt.
In that bridge that together we formed,
Single handedly was transformed.
Crashed down into the water below,
All that left, the little stepping stone.
Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 9:06 AM UTC
A stepping stone I seemed to be,
From gold to grey so instantly.
Passion and loyalties were dedicated,
Dreams and ideas we created.
With no form of anticipation,
A smash of all were for the taking.
My mind plays tricks on yesterday,
For what i should have or shouldn't say.
I don't believe to have been of fault,
But purely just a deep firm bolt.
In that bridge that together we formed,
Single handedly was transformed.
Crashed down into the water below,
All that left, the little stepping stone.
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