Wednesday, June 10, 2015

Till the tithe is collected

There ain't a thing true about me,
For I have been insane you see.
I have tried the other guy shoes,
That shoe was never meant for me.
Quiet can a day go and am true,
Laugh a bit till emotions burn blue.

There ain't a thing true about me,
For I have been deaf you see,
I have stolen the songs of others,
And sung lays not for me.
Quiet can a day go and am true
For there is a path for you.

There ain't a thing true about me,
For I have been blind you see,
I have trod on else's path,
Those ends were never for me
Quiet can a day go and am true,
Smile a bit till the hells are due.

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