Street Lights
Imagine a life set so selfless
that even sinners couldn't help it
but carry the weak and offer
strength to helpless.
but this life we lead on
is a cliche' blue song
because we don't even know
when it's right to move on
we don't even know how to fight
to move on
so we might as well get a grip
ingest life till' it's gone.
so I sit here so still
can't believe I'm feeling still,
the candlewick burnt out
tonight on that window sill.
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