Jan. 11, 2004,00:40
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this World
is brittle
like the desert grass
i hear it crunch
beneath my feet
and it's seed
will join me
i have not the callous
to venture forth
and courage
(my saving grace)
pulls me closer
like the song of the wind
to my deafened ears
soon,
i'm coming home
is brittle
like the desert grass
i hear it crunch
beneath my feet
and it's seed
will join me
i have not the callous
to venture forth
and courage
(my saving grace)
pulls me closer
like the song of the wind
to my deafened ears
soon,
i'm coming home