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My Beast
Four in the morning
Death or Sleep
Which ever come first
Would put me at peace
i've waited too long
Three days at least
Lay my head down
And think of the beast
That takes my family
Friends and dreams
Stare out the window
Trees dropping leaves
This can't be my life
That's all i believe
i want just a taste
Of what it is to be free
But that wouldn't be right
It wouldn't be me
wow. exactly how i feel.
i feel like this a majority of the time, sometimes its hard to put into words but you did a fine job.
tim~
i dig this one alot. very poignant!! speak from your heart, and never be at a loss of words my dear friend. keep it all up!