Wednesday, November 08, 2006

Confession



"Take these guitar strings
They call my vains
Burn them down
Every single thing"

I wrote my songs
About you and me
Lost in their rhythm

For eternity

I must confess
To you
And to myself
I am in a mess, without you

but NO

I am a warrior
Am a man
Shaped by time and plans
That I haven’t planned

Sorry, but as you endure
I can
I am
Am sure

A lover not a foe
I am a warrior
And you are too

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