My Eyes
I am alone.
I fight everything off
after I push it all away
I watch it play
Like a bad movie at the end of the day
I shaped it out of clay
and like a father watching his son play
I want to find a way
to be there every day
but I see that I can't
I'm just a washed-up man
like sand, the tide will redeliver me
maybe then I'll be free
or maybe I'll get locked up
and they'll throw away the key
I wish I could, and I know
nothing in this world is set in stone
Copyright © Danny Clifton | Year Posted 2010
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