Soul...

by Tanya   Nov 5, 2009


I used to want to write my life with pencil so my mistakes I could erase,
but as I grew I didn't want my life to be an empty page,
so maybe one day when it's time to pass my knowledge on,
instead of keeping the scrap paper I'd engrave it on gold.

If you don't believe in anything, you're a walking dead person,
too bad I realized it when I was already turning into a tercel,
hunting weaker species, killing them at night,
and then in the end of the tunnel I saw the light,
got hit by the train, fell down almost dead,
as all those bogies and axles rolled over my head,
used my visual acuity, saw that there's time for change,
an empty soul rised with new wings and flew away.

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