When In Doubt
10/28/10
She's the fire that burns
The bridges to my sanity,
Leaving me at sea
With my scattering thoughts.
They rush through the winds
Like balloons finding pleasure
In the tears of a child
Who is sad at the loss
Of the things that slip
Through his tiny, little fingers--
Not knowing when to hold on
And when to let go.
She's the fire that burns
The bridges to my sanity,
Leaving me at sea
With my scattering thoughts.
They rush through the winds
Like balloons finding pleasure
In the tears of a child
Who is sad at the loss
Of the things that slip
Through his tiny, little fingers--
Not knowing when to hold on
And when to let go.



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