Tellings to me

by sammie   Feb 28, 2006


Hey this life is never fair.
The angels that you need are never there.
Oh, but sometimes he comes to me.
In the dead of night.
He is all that is see.
Hold on to me.
Hold on to me tight.
We all get our glory.
Our little bit of fame.
But there is not truth in the heart of it.
Just the brilliance remains.
I'll protect you from the night it will never fall.
I'll protect you from the truth, that you won't hear at all.

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