I cross the street to find my dream But it had gotten so - TopicsExpress



          

I cross the street to find my dream But it had gotten so tired And as I feel past these alley ways and buildings I see all the faces, they all look straight ahead I turn the coroner for some shelter And the ground begins to quiver I hold the past in this fist I will go if you beckon me on I threw broken glass I see a hand, its reaching, telling me to hurry I hear a voice inside, God it sounds like mine
Posted on: Tue, 28 Oct 2014 18:46:18 +0000

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