m_darko Posted May 26, 2007 Share Posted May 26, 2007 Walking on my tile floor I’ve done this once or twice before My feet are bare and my brain is numb All I feel is cumbersome This soul I hold is all for sale the cheapest price I’ll hold as bail The bidder raises his price for me His time and his luck are taunting me He picks the pieces as his own treat Following closely behind my feet He reaches, he grabs so close by Showing the truth before my eye His smile is mine, I've seen it before Standing in front of my bedroom door There he is still and smug Stretching his arms, an embracing hug There's my friend I saw that night The one that gave me my own sight… This is the friend I saw before Taking me from the tile floor Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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