Blue November
By thepawn
All our sacrifices were for The coming blue November All our times together All the times never remembered Our voices were so loud Now the vocal chords have been severed The times of your life Never seem quite that sweet When you taste them for the first time Store it in your cellar And wait for memories to ferment Like truths, all impurities are removed A fine wine to drink for a time When you are too old to crush grapes If my road was chosen for me I'd never admit it If I my road was chosen by me I'd never regret it If others had to push me I wouldn't mind the laughter If I had to leave you all behind Would I not heed your sorrow? I'm not quite sure yet (Give me another cold November day To ponder that which still lies ahead) Written November 18th, 2001 © on Nov 18 2001 01:24 AM PST 0 • 10
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"All our sacrifices were for..."