If I find my way through the darkest of days,
Will I laugh about the things that kept me awake?
But if my greatest fear paints itself so crystal clear,
Will I run away or will I hide?
And if I don't come home tonight,
Just know I tried my best to fight.
Please don't think I plan to lose to the night.
And curse the moon so dull and bright,
My heavy soul can't stand the light.
It burns me straight to the bones, my bones
In the desert sun I watched my nerves come undone.
One by one my strings they tangled into knots.
And ever since that day, deep in Santa Fe.
I've learned to hate myself for giving everything away.
And if I don't come home tonight,
Just know I tried my best to fight.
Please don't think I plan to lose to the night.
And curse the moon so dull and bright,
My heavy soul can't stand the light.
It burns me straight to the bones, my bones
Thursday, November 27, 2008
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Heys...been looking everywhere to find out how exactly you're doing. Never did I thought to look here.
I hear you, deb.
And I quote:
"When I tire of the race, I do not look forward to find the finish line.
I look to my left. And my right. And I see the reason I started running in the first place"
-Some dude who's good with words ;)
So many other people are on your left. And your right.
Keep on going. Attagirl!
From the guy who gave you those vouchers ;)
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