Saturday, August 18, 2007

 

Random Images From The Vault

When I was a very small boy,
Very small boys talked to me
Now that weve grown up together
They're afraid of what they see
Thats the price that we all pay
Our valued destiny comes to nothing
I can't tell you where were going
I guess there was just no way of knowing

I used to think that the day would never come
I'd see delight in the shade of the morning sun
My morning sun is the drug that brings me near
To the childhood I lost, replaced by fear
I used to think that the day would never come
That my life would depend on the morning sun...
B.S.

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