A Better Bridge, Or Wall
A Better Bridge, Or Wall
I can read the future like a book
The pages flip before I’m wise
It’s over before a second look
The ending came as no surprise
And all the love I gave, was took
Like the yarn they spun from the wool on my eyes
Hating the victim like he was the crook
Weaving a truth from obvious lies
I should’ve seen that your heart is a pendant
And my lapels have been bare of late
On whos shining are you now dependant?
My shoulders bruised by the lead suit of fate
I wear the wounds, and swear the blooms
Underneath my skin will wait
So now I labor all alone
Injuries and all
Experience, blemishes I hone
To build a better bridge, or wall
There are many uses for a stone
They could fly, but much better to fall
Copyright © Clay Young Jr. | Year Posted 2012
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