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Stonedtone · 03-30-2014, 12:30 PM

here's one of mine:

Watch the leaves cradle the falling snow. The tree provides a home for the unfortunate soul
Hurried feel step around him below. The people's vision focused only on the problems they tow

OOOO, but I've done my part, but I feel I turned away. I justified their fall
All the wrong was done by closed eyes they hold the reins
Don't let them influence us all

Customary ways. A jingle to guide our lives that provides the power of their passions simply to sharpen the knife
Don't give it away, the things we worked for and effort to glamorized the thing they branded a class war

ooo, but you tell me they can hlp themselves. They fit that life, I can tell
But I've tried and I've tried to understand the hand we dealt to them
Sand is all you can draw from a dry well

Watch the leaves turn to brown wither and low
The trees provide a theme that we all soon much go
It's too late to look down now, you already know
We try but we can change life's eventual flow

ooo, but I've done my part, my parish recognizes me
I scrub the pews til my hand bleed
but morality is not measured by the number of palms that you read

Bridge
Watch the signs of the trust that surround you
Tired of empty pleas that occupy you faith it's a never ending trend that's delivering you

Watch the people file into the church alone. It contradicts their ways and their pictures of evil tone
Hypocritical ways. Subscribing to some self rightist code
Enriching the mix of the burden for others to carry the load

oooo, ut I've done my part, but I feel I turned away. I justified their fall
All the wrong was seen by closed eyes they hold the reins
Don't let them influence us all....

03-30-2014, 12:30 PM	#10 (permalink)
Stonedtone Music Addict Join Date: Mar 2014 Posts: 152	here's one of mine: Watch the leaves cradle the falling snow. The tree provides a home for the unfortunate soul Hurried feel step around him below. The people's vision focused only on the problems they tow OOOO, but I've done my part, but I feel I turned away. I justified their fall All the wrong was done by closed eyes they hold the reins Don't let them influence us all Customary ways. A jingle to guide our lives that provides the power of their passions simply to sharpen the knife Don't give it away, the things we worked for and effort to glamorized the thing they branded a class war ooo, but you tell me they can hlp themselves. They fit that life, I can tell But I've tried and I've tried to understand the hand we dealt to them Sand is all you can draw from a dry well Watch the leaves turn to brown wither and low The trees provide a theme that we all soon much go It's too late to look down now, you already know We try but we can change life's eventual flow ooo, but I've done my part, my parish recognizes me I scrub the pews til my hand bleed but morality is not measured by the number of palms that you read Bridge Watch the signs of the trust that surround you Tired of empty pleas that occupy you faith it's a never ending trend that's delivering you Watch the people file into the church alone. It contradicts their ways and their pictures of evil tone Hypocritical ways. Subscribing to some self rightist code Enriching the mix of the burden for others to carry the load oooo, ut I've done my part, but I feel I turned away. I justified their fall All the wrong was seen by closed eyes they hold the reins Don't let them influence us all....