Well Just That
nomatter how i try i always get knocked back down for i am at the point of no return one must try to climb again its as if i am afrid of heights even as a bird with wings this ever lasting day of pain comes each morning the sunrise for it brings new light nomatter what the day will this be the day to shine for the man with working hands the skills to make things right again yet i hear a voice thats calling thy to go to the otherside if i give in to the calling if its not me who does it will be somebody else instead thats four a week in the green emerald isle who take away their own breath the stress and pain of it all in hands that can fix well just that .
Copyright © Ultan Beare | Year Posted 2012
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