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Everyday Thing
Life seems to be going nowhere.
When it wants to go somewhere.
Pursuing love with no end.
Sadly, always hitting dead ends.
The maze we call life is winning.
Destroying all hope of being.
Running and walking at steady pace.
Wanting things to fall in place.
Trying to keep your head held high.
End up hanging out to dry.
When it wants to go somewhere.
Pursuing love with no end.
Sadly, always hitting dead ends.
The maze we call life is winning.
Destroying all hope of being.
Running and walking at steady pace.
Wanting things to fall in place.
Trying to keep your head held high.
End up hanging out to dry.
Published 3rd May 2015
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18th Jan 2017 3:11am
For the darkest hours comes the inner fiber to prevail
focus on those ingredients that will spark the sails
for even the absence of light can't extinguish all
so look beyond appearances for the power to stand tall
focus on those ingredients that will spark the sails
for even the absence of light can't extinguish all
so look beyond appearances for the power to stand tall
