unbound
olderman
Posts: 1,765
Dark hour children gone,
Alone we lie
What’s left of life
To burden some
One of an else
Alone we lie
Building wealth
To pass it on?
What’s left of a life
A life of lies
To get the best
Of life
Or to pass it on?
Sketches of a Spanish lady
Miles of intoned sound
I regress as I apologize
Somehow I feel unbound
Rake me to some lighted palace
Soar with me in time
Scratch my back with fervid malice
I love your feline rhyme
Alone we lie
What’s left of life
To burden some
One of an else
Alone we lie
Building wealth
To pass it on?
What’s left of a life
A life of lies
To get the best
Of life
Or to pass it on?
Sketches of a Spanish lady
Miles of intoned sound
I regress as I apologize
Somehow I feel unbound
Rake me to some lighted palace
Soar with me in time
Scratch my back with fervid malice
I love your feline rhyme
Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
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