Strong as the chain of my DNA
on the inside
weak as a single strand
on the outside
I won the race for life
in the first place
still I need your shoulder
to be sure
I'll give you mine anytime
even now feeling
I may have drawn
the shortest straw
strands ain't strings
and yours
could be wrong.
Dec 28, 2021
Dec 28, 2021 at 2:23 PM UTC
Strong as the chain of my DNA
on the inside
weak as a single strand
on the outside
I won the race for life
in the first place
still I need your shoulder
to be sure
I'll give you mine anytime
even now feeling
I may have drawn
the shortest straw
strands ain't strings
and yours
could be wrong.
friends or baggage
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