By Big Jim
In a moment of weakness I search out tomorrow. with a circle of laughter I reclaim my thoughts.i wait in the darkness to go dancing with strangers buying back forever with the passion I've lost.they come to me for the answers holding their Hands far and wide I sit and stare so keen with there dares tugging my tears from behind.theres no more ideals no struggles to hide righting ones wrongs then watch them slide.another shallow shadow broke and unjust with a condiment in moral that evil can't trust. Forgotten beliefs with no cause to be seen marching Medford of boldness on the backs as the gordge.a reality taken left behind and never was. here I go but who am I my words are not enough.
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