Sunday, September 5, 2010

I need A Moment

It was just night and light day by day
To the point where life was a dirty knee and a bad luck factor
Watching a hill grow into a mountain was something chosen
Everyone was picked and I stood there waiting to climb a team
I’ve watched lives go in depth before my eyes
I’ve had a life but I guess I’ve been chosen to watch
Watch a hill turn into a mountain
I’ve learned I hate watching
Can someone watch me?

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