or about change of directions
My loden thrown on the chair
your words looping my mind
the fear of losing my voice
to sing on your broken chord
I'm searching within
what you're longing the world for
let's build cathedrals
and erect playgrounds
where mediocrity pulls us
down
You gotta be brave
if you wanna do this
there's no way out
once you accept me in
May the time come
when I'll use your hair
to bring this temple down
T.C.
25/11/2015
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