Dreams of the dead and old

Feb 23, 2005 11:25

The world is changing I see it now
Now it hides behind your frown
My soul is broken it's getting old
This life is dead from what I'm told
With broken wings I dream to fly
But know I'll never reach the sky
My faults have consumed dreams within
Now you count the days with sins
Searching the world for trouble and more
You come to find my life's a bore
You curse my life, names, sins
You strike me hard with needles and pins
Blood pores out from every pore
But still my life to you's a bore
So now I dance upon your command
To songs and poems you don't understand
Bound by strings i continue to swing
To break free now would be just like me
I try to be diffrent in every way
But to be diffrent would be society today
Everyone's searching deep in their minds
To find a life to leave behind
To make an impact is their goal
But only the rich become succesful.............

.................................Think about it
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