I lay quietly to hear my own voice
It has slowly faded to a whisper
I'm sorry I have no other choice
It has faded, I can barely remember
The sounds of silence pierce my ears
A mother cries without understanding
A Lover's love for a thousand years
A haters hate that is so demanding
The clock ticks my life away
The future's coming, the past is going
I gaze at Sundown another day
She has my heart without even knowing
A sinners blood flows through my veins
Hell is full and she's waiting for me
Before she takes me I try in vain
To give back the fruit I stole from the tree
Knowledge of Good and Evil, is bad
The lone man stood amongst the crowd, so sad
From Heaven to hell the blind now see
A man that never fell now hung on the Tree
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
The Sad Man's Song
Posted by Life_Of_Vanity at 8:58 PM
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You are very talented my friend.
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