Ride
There are many thing's I would like to say to you
But
Words can only do harm
When your world resides in the palm of your hand
And the lightning strikes at very most 6 foot away
On a rainy summers day
With hailstorms like tennis ball's
But as they say
It can't rain all the time
Unless you are stuck in line
Closed for lunch
When you are running late for your dream job interview
And the sweat has ruined your suit shirt
Isn't it ironic
That some might say
Tomorrow will bring a brighter day
Knowing there is a better than 78 % chance
We may have faced our Waterloo
Or the wheel of future will turn
And I shall awaken a stronger man
Cast aside my Battle scared war tin helmet
And rise above my feral station
Only time will tell
If I am destined to rot in hell
Or sound the division bell
Ascending up to heaven's gate
And god awaits me
With either a smile or a scowl
But hey ho along the yellow brick road
I stride deaf and blind
Merely a passenger along for the ride
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