Thursday, November 10, 2011

What might have been lost.

Someday my pain
Will mark you
Harness your blame
And walk through

With the wild wolves around you
In the morning, I'll call you
Send it farther on

Solace my game, 
It stars you
Swing wide your crane,
And run me through

And the story's all over you
In the morning i'll call you
Can't you find a clue when your eyes are all painted Sinatra blue

What might have been lost -
Don't bother me

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