Walking on a desolate roadway, no longer used for cars. All the factories along the river banks are closed. Nothing left in this town but bars.
The dreams of tomorrow have somehow slipped away. Gloom to shadow every second of every miniute of every hour of every day.Dreams like nightmares never stay. They just get lost between pathways.
So sail along with your plaster smile. Knowing inside you dread it all the while. If you make it through tomorrow who knows about coming days. It all get's lost between pathways.
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-06-10 06:07:12
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