Sunday, February 27, 2005

Fighters who hang on
In this, our own glass made life
Knowing it can shatter anytime
Crashing in and picking up the pieces.

Is there enough strength in us
To whithstand the weight on oru shoulders
Broken by it’s deteriorating self
Or torn to pieces before it’s time
By some freak fucker who cares not
For his own life.

07-01-04

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