Cell
By Shane
Setting trends to follow, Just to follow them yourself Tell me what’s the point… Of life itself, when know one else wants you? A darkened sky awaits you as you sleep To wake into it’s sadness Awake you’ll surely die, you wonder why Sorrow says you have to die Your feeble mind restricts you, From you want to be Your own opinion it conflicts with What your capable to see Your drive it slowly, As you drive down the road of life But who’s to know, where you’ll go… from here The nation cannot see, following examples is not for me You doubt it all, because you know it can’t make sense You thought to end it all, but you missed the final fence The final hurdle that keeps you sane Keeps you warm and dry, from insanity’s rain Words can be misplaced but you know just what you said Follow in the footsteps of those who tread… Those who would be sooner dead, than face dulling truth So you wonder why, you can’t die within’ yourself You thought of it, a way out of the circle of life itself There’s a way out of this hell, but who can tell… Where it lies within’ the cell of life Who can tell, escape the cell of life Written March 18th, 2002 © on Mar 18 2002 07:40 AM PST 10 • 0
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