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Beneath Your Feet (Song)

From the first of my birth Until my dying days I lived life expecting the worse in every case Night times I couldn’t sleep Seemed stress had me over whelmed To strong to weep A fatal crush no individual would care to keep An unforgiving face no man was prepared to meet Through the mud and water Brutal thuds, a careless mans order I smiled only to allow my spectators to live worry free In my deepest thoughts I only visualized those who would stand and burry me Ashes to ashes, mysterious flashes Unto my final lay My surroundings seem to hurry me What else is one suppose to do A failing adolescent whom rose to truth Dreamt upon soothing times To remove me from these shackles in my mind A prison, a convict’s yard I couldn’t escape, seems the sun picks the bar’d A broken ornament, a gift from the scar’d The emotional down pours that reveal who we are Who’s to say I’d never change Only to grow to be the same tainted man Reality dawns upon my blister painted hands From alternators and scrap metal parts Only to submit them to junk yards For a true earned strained heart That’s no lie; I learned my true hand to poverty Casualties missing me, meant to be slobbery Imprints of a father chasing after me Now that the world prays me gone I reside beneath my own shadow Dwell against this concrete walk way all alone No regret spots for me, suffering is my only home Shall it be a merciful dawn, once it’s all shown? Questions for which I can not answer on my own Teary nights, not enough said in past conversations Deep within your regrets I could feel you mourn A painful constipation Subordinate clauses, fallen from the wrong information Now above the stars I’m sheltered in my own constellation So go on, bury me To my enemies, this is the last of me Please bury me No interest in your sympathy Bury me

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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