I see him down the aisle
that lost its way on his noose
all happy with sparkling teeth
that lit the way for my shoes
I stand there staring at him
a mark that held me away from all
I could see myself running away
to the wild wild shores
that fooled me to the core
to end up in a woe
crying in cross roads
that told me life's silliest cues
that men have a heart,
heart made of gold
that gets broken into coal
that always turned sore
when you melt into their souls
had a life before
that taught me quite a chore
mind playing hotchpotch
made me swim in its lore
ripples of melodies dripping in my soul
I came back to where I started my goal
A sojourn in a hole...
A sojourn in a hole...
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