How does this suppose go,
in my arms that do grow
weary as time does slow,
a path I do suppose know?
Shall I assume to embrace
the ways your face or race
runs me all over the place;
I’m tired and question days.
The time I knew so familiar,
as I walk the path sinister,
devils raise their steely gaze;
they clamor now I a resistor.
From your hands came fire
from your eyes came desire.
I find I travel as if on a wire
as now my God calls me a liar.
You are worth hell’s flame,
as I question if I’m even sane,
a chill runs cold in my brain;
I will never now be the same.
Tell me how should I behold
this flame inside me it grows.
Weary now I will not know
how desire for you did flow.
I guess it is just my damnation
on frozen ice cold vegetation
where I found that infatuation
was cause for my celebration.
That such a song sprang forth
while I walked along a course
some wildly new found force
raptured me free once more.
The time I knew so familiar,
as I walk the path sinister,
devils raise their steely gaze
they clamor now I a resistor.
This would make a fabulous song! Very well written.
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Thanks. Everything’s a song in my head after a long Sunday of work. Lol.
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Hahaha!! I make up songs all the time!! I made salad to go along with dinner & I was singing about chopping up cucumber. If it’s not actual song lyrics it’s song’s about what I’m doing, what I’m looking forward to, etc… lol. Understood, Winchester. 😂
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