bono_man
Thom's Bitch
- Joined
- Dec 27, 2000
- Messages
- 2,287
Some gone this way,
Some gone that.
Sitting here in shadows,
Not knowing where I'm at.
Where did this come from?
Where did they go?
These times have but faded.
Say it aint so.
Will they return?
Re-enter the past.
Sitting here forever,
I dont want this to last...
Just writing as it comes into me noggin'. I dont know if the closing line on stanza one has been subconciously ripped off by me, sorry if I have
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"we're free to fly the crimson sky...the sun won't melt our wings tonight..."
Some gone that.
Sitting here in shadows,
Not knowing where I'm at.
Where did this come from?
Where did they go?
These times have but faded.
Say it aint so.
Will they return?
Re-enter the past.
Sitting here forever,
I dont want this to last...
Just writing as it comes into me noggin'. I dont know if the closing line on stanza one has been subconciously ripped off by me, sorry if I have
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"we're free to fly the crimson sky...the sun won't melt our wings tonight..."