Wednesday, July 20, 2005

someday you'll find me

i see the end drawing
not with my running feet
but the moving scenery
the trees sweep past
the lights shine by
starry host above
guide us through once again

curse those lights that never shone
curse the air that's got me breathing
curse the world who got me blind
the blind never gets anywhere

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