i stood amongst your glory, hoping you'd see me there as ive been waiting for you, but you're glory is blinding, and I must get to leaving, dear it's hard to say what a fool could do for you this time around the blast of a bullet reaches your ears, and you feel you lost a friend dear, i won't be standing again dis concern yourself with change and make your way home, back to the place where you were raised, back to the streets where you once thrived, where you were no fool it'd sure be nice to see ya there.. bang of a drum marks the sound of a good man laying down, returning to a tomb of innocence, dirt, and earth-worship, dear it was I who needed a change so drummer girl put down the gun, alert yourself of a dire sun and remind yourself of the beauty you're breathing ~notes~ ....substance can riddle your heart:mind:soul and we may entangle ourselves in a strange desperation for something more, liek the ways of old when dropping was cheap and the walls never sat still.. this is a reminded to those kin of likeness, harboring sensations which are seemingly covered here. you're not alone siblin, its just hard to know otherwise..
