Sep 07, 2006 12:58
Ill never be a poet,
Ill never be a star.
Seems that I burn most bright,
When i am falling really hard.
And if you ask,
About my past,
You will stay wondering.
How an insignifican little spec,
Wanted to be king.
Let me tell you the emeralds' grey.
The amber turned to ash.
If you never light the sky,
You might when you crash.
"Is that how you spell Spec?" by Kenny Iglesias