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Eight thirty to WTC One
Run headlong into it, your life
for this time belongs only to you..
today may be the day your hurting soul says 'let me go'
while another voice says 'please hold'.
and I hope you do..
Others may disagree,
pay no heed, they can't afford to lose
not again,
leave them for the living..
someone's out there rooting for you
that's a certainty
tho' so easy to take and stop giving.
Fate may play aces over eights on you anyway
you say let it, come what may..
believe in yourself, as I believe in you.
You gotta catch the 8:30 train to WTC One?
a lesson in a time honored vow.
Some other's sick and twisted dream won that day..
hope only peace reigns there now.
Copyright ©
Quoth Theraven
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