do you have your wits about you
when you climb into your bed?
do you pray for better days
as you try to clear your head?
we are all the same someway,
i assure you.
though we try to find a way
to ignore the truth.
as the huddled masses gather
and try to find their grace,
they tell of one to saves us,
to take us from this place;
but somehow still the tears, they fall
and they gather by the graves
of the ones that never made it,
introduced to unexpected fate
where have we gone?
where are going?
you can’t it take it from us
please, don’t take it from us.
not this.
Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 7:47 PM UTC
do you have your wits about you
when you climb into your bed?
do you pray for better days
as you try to clear your head?
we are all the same someway,
i assure you.
though we try to find a way
to ignore the truth.
as the huddled masses gather
and try to find their grace,
they tell of one to saves us,
to take us from this place;
but somehow still the tears, they fall
and they gather by the graves
of the ones that never made it,
introduced to unexpected fate
where have we gone?
where are going?
you can’t it take it from us
please, don’t take it from us.
not this.
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