Three years

by seth   Jul 22, 2011


Three years its been sense i thought
three years its been sense i spoke
three years its been so dull
three years have be so long
these three years nearly killed

The fourth year will be different
in four years i will think
in four years i shall shout
in four years i will be brilliant
in four years the time will fly
in four years i will be revived

the fifth year will be bitter sweet
in five years i will have forgotten my thoughts
in five years i will only know to whisper
in five years i will have lost my color
in five years i will wish i was dead

in the sixth year i will be gone
in six years my thoughts will have been forgotten by all
in six years my voice will just be a echo in a head
in six years my face will fade
in six years i shall protect you

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