Jun 03, 2004 16:05
While we wait for rescue
With our eyes tightly shut
Face to the ground using our hands
To cover the fatal cut
And though the pain is an ocean
Tossing us around, around, around
You have calmed greater waters
Higher mountains have come down
i feel like this is a battle ground...
too bad that umm that it's just not.
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