Walking besides waters so stale
Thinking of buying an iron gale…
A wish of having my say
Till I got to know I ain’t no stray…
Living to make it happen
Going to those in capon…
So many dreams undone
Yearning to make them more fun…
She sure is a bitch to sell my dream
Filching it off like a gushing stream…
She can’t let go off me
trouble-free
So can’t I be an easy treat…
Though so tired and drained of time
Yet bawling over my dead hymn…
Had I been a fool or too wise
Kept rolling over the ground of cries….
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