segunda-feira, 3 de novembro de 2014

To It's Place

Give me another dry year
To passes me by

Return the sun to it's place
Rotational but not a race

Face the empty eyes
In the mirror of the self

Choking with their lies
i'm above my shelf

I'm in control of my emotions
Does a God exist without devotion?
Am I in too much motion?

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