Running down the muddy road A hundred miles from hope Dangling - TopicsExpress



          

Running down the muddy road A hundred miles from hope Dangling from a banyan tree I see a length of rope Behind me is a tiger And a killer with a knife One wants me for supper And the other wants my life I got no choice but to grab The rope and start to climb The situation here is such The choice was never mine Hand by hand I pull my body up From the mucky ground Up into the sunshine Where the birds are flying round....
Posted on: Fri, 16 Jan 2015 03:04:53 +0000

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