Me and My Muse

Sunday, August 05, 2007

When I Was Born

When reality breaks through
When dawn refreshed in realisation
Brings me to my station
Of this instance of life
Alight, I just might
Ride out as my next stance
And find the first light
In this god-forsaken town
So, I was left in this heap

Don't ask me how
I just let all flowers be
No, not for me
From keeping the solace
Without and within
It is my sin
Till there is nowhere to go
Oh for that break
Such sweet release




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