Up Another Level
I got slower in my travels
The sadder the sights that meet my eyes
A reflection on the train windows
Cities in decay, streets overcome with tears
It cant move fast enough for me
I feel the dirt of the city cling to my face
Just sinking in the quicksand
Hold up my hand for one last chance to be found
up another level, holding out for an angel
It could be you, although I'd take a chance on just about anyone
I have flown through clouds of ash
I have tasted the grass and its not sweeter
On this side or the other
Gotta reach up another level
Dont want to be touched by the devil
Please dont stray from me my guardian angel
Hanging from a thread
Spun by a spider since long dead
Its up another level waiting to be released
And this waiting game will finally cease
Copyright © Michael Pyatt | Year Posted 2015
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