Dancing once again, feet in soot
head in the sky, back like a rod
what does that make you?
A pole reaching for the sky?
Or maybe a mole reaching for Hell?
Yeah there is such a place
(I've been there myself, too crowded)
I feel your essence in your iron back
it never bends, never once it bowed
makes it difficult to move, I'm sure
I would say: Close your eyes and turn
yes, turn like a carousel, sway if you may
don't stop in the same spot that you left
open your eyes and see another scenery
maybe it's bright, maybe its for you
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-09-13 07:49:59
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