if i ever grow pale
the winds from the north
shall blow at force gale
toppling the trees. so that
i might see
the truth's are really
within me. for other's needs
and opinions just are not the
goldmine i'd found them
to be.
put me in my simple box
allow me to cry out
and then open your arms
to such senseless regret,
a sensation that should sooner
die that omit our blood.
only now i do not forget
the testament to our faith
and our will:
to stand strong
opposing all wrongs
blowing from the highest
heights of hot air.
blowing strong but
never blowing more wrong,
we can walk on,
we can ring the bells ourselves
and deafen those who cannot count
on the tie that binds two's.
however far the highway can carry
you away matters not to me
because you know i can scream... |
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