rings
Standing at a door, with no handle
knowing that you can't walk through
it's not your time yet
more than that your getting wet
and it all rings so true.
Fancy that, thinking that you could escape
the thought lasted long enough
facing truth head on is rough
call it fate, a bad tasting hate
something you want to get rid
it was so much easier when i was a kid.
Looking up means i'm still down
still wearing a frown
still thinking i could climb higher
getting old but still not tired.
I see people up there
where i long to be
i wonder if anyone
see's the real me
the feeling that i get
breaks me into a sweat
because if the truth be known
i am out of my depth.
Wondering helplessly no direction home
a lasting effect all on my own
pity the poor ignorant man
thinking he could still stand
with the big boys
with all there fancy toys.
If there's something you desire
and your willing to walk through fire
to get a peice of the action
a little satisfaction
Then you still have a will to live
you still have something to give
so there's no reason you can't break on through
and that to me rings so true.
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