Sunday, June 28, 2009

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One step more weary, broken down this road,
The sun glares down from the skies,
My body like lead, on Highway Undead
And Then a silver shadow flits by.

my old friend You're here, you wont stay till the end,
I dont know That my chains bind you're
Where You're Meant to Be, in a flight of ecstacy
forgotten Inhibitions behind you. So fly

bird of prey, on the gale
Into This May Be harsh world STIs But yours to roam,
Abandon Those Fears, pent up over years
And I'll watch you as I trudge on home.

And yes my friend, I Admit to envy
For today I wont take to the skies
But maybe so

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