All Out of Excuses
Won't you untie me,my arms are aching,
your shelter is failing,chisel in my heart of stone
I won't be here tomorrow,there's no lies left to borrow
leave me empty and hollow,..let me grow
Won't you untie me , stop trying to fight me,
your promise is binding,chisel in my heart of stone
I won't be here tomorrow,no lies left to borrow,
leave me empty and hollow, let me grow
Copyright © Keith Gulledge | Year Posted 2015
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