When I was a boy
And this life seemed a little more
It was something I could hold
In these hands of mine
Funny thing is now I know
The limits to life, the smallness of the world
But my hands can no longer keep
The troubles that brew in my sleep
Our paths cross when it got dark
From a man's endless march
To the bed of two twisting bodies
In the sanctuary of mind and soul
My soul was sold to the highest bidder
Given in moments of dying solace
You see, my head just aches when I think of
The things I shouldn't have done
But I don't let get it in our way.
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