Tuesday, April 12, 2005

All's well with hell

Save me here,whats the problem,
Tell me the truth or i will die,
I seem to have wings ,
But i cant fly.

Lift me,show me,
The reason for this block,
Am i not standing on ground,
Can't i even walk?

I can see the sky blue,
I can see the shore brown,
And even if i try to swim,
Why am i going to drown.

Pull me up, push me out
Relieve me of this pressure,intense
The light is dying out fast
And i need to make some sense.

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