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Lost Cause

Lost Cause

 

            When I have to defend myself

                        I can’t explain the reason why

                                    I chose the choice I had to choose

                                                The trigger pulled ahead of time

 

So once more you mend the bridge

            I fall a position below you

                        Swept up in costly privilege

                                    Years past, I once thought I knew you

 

                        A globe away

                                    The sun melts and glares

                                                A chosen pathway

                                                            Despite her empty chair

 

                                                A hallowed meaning reality stung

                                                            Burns pipes inside a steel drum

                                                                        Voiceless hauteur devoid unsung

                                                                                    Taken by refuge under her sun

 

            04/2007  Jake Belmont

◄ Life Is But The Dance of The Flame

Love (Blue Burns Black) ►

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