25 Sense
25 Sense (an original song)
I won’t die
But I killed my yellow bird
A shot I never heard
Covered by my sigh
When I didn’t keep my word
I don’t buy
Yet I billed the scene I slurred
With the weight of a silent word
I drug a head held high
Now I sigh
Though it’s making me tired
I’m inspired to inspire
I won’t lie
I’ve been such a liar
Why have I been so afraid to try?
Copyright © Clay Young Jr. | Year Posted 2011
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