Dec 13, 2005 21:57
We are a dying breed
all we gentlemen
with great expectations
I hope i'm not the only one...
left
In a world that doesnt care
about the people anywhere
i hope someone can come along
and clean up our big mess
They say
on the seventh day
God rested, and this is his nightmare
when he wakes up we'll be gone
nothing but ghosts
we were unaware,
We dying breed have to stick together
we're united,
we're divided,
where secrets were confided,
the world is just such a
confusing place to be today and every day.
more to follow...just a rough copy