Build that ladder, own that shit, buried beneath a pile of it, see the sky, breathe in deeply, button your cuff, the shit is seeping, a mile climb, don’t look back, use some of the bricks from the wall you cracked, it’s time to heal while your sleeping, beware of the treacherous friends your keeping, one day soon it’ll be time to stop, on the grass of green at the pastures top, look up far at the twinkling stars, the trouble behind you, peace at last.
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Glance at the phone, contacting no-one, letters unopened, see bygones be gone, lie in a darkened room, while not wanting to venture outsid...
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Show kindness in your hearts, to those whose troubles are beyond their help, question hope if it is not beyond yours Give prayers if able, t...
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The Oregon trail in west Texas, west. the host is the land, growing trees abreast It bears the name wild.. the wild Wild West always; will ...
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