Fragments of hope from the bottom of a beer glass
By Chad
It's a little bit of everything sitting on your back and forcing you to kneel And every now and then I feel the storm clouds coming back and I open up my arms I don't know what's in this medicine but if it tastes so bad it can't do you harm It's never easy just to say the words when in your head, they make no sense at all And these shoulders are just wide enough to catch you if you fallSong lyrics for some very special people, who I worry about far too much at times =) Written January 7th, 2002 © on Jan 07 2002 08:04 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"It's a little bit of everything..."