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time on my hands.
by clawedhips
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13 years ago
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Haven't tried writing in years, so go easy on me
With the time to ponder upon all that is.
Is it such a shock that all could miss?
Miss the light in the newborns eyes
Miss the star across the skies?
If all was well and peace abounds,what is left to gain?
If hopes and dreams come screaming down like so much falling rain.
we strive and strive to carve our rut,yet will not take our seat.
Make our names and leave our marks through pain and cold deceit.
So when all is flames,ash and death,the devil strikes his poses.
Remember then while you ask us why,you weren't content with roses.
Haven't tried writing in years, so go easy on me
With the time to ponder upon all that is.
Is it such a shock that all could miss?
Miss the light in the newborns eyes
Miss the star across the skies?
If all was well and peace abounds,what is left to gain?
If hopes and dreams come screaming down like so much falling rain.
we strive and strive to carve our rut,yet will not take our seat.
Make our names and leave our marks through pain and cold deceit.
So when all is flames,ash and death,the devil strikes his poses.
Remember then while you ask us why,you weren't content with roses.
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