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My Words
Contributed by
CrazyCowboy557
on
Tuesday, 13th September 2005 @ 11:06:05 PM in AEST
Topic:
poets
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I try to write happy stuff,
Like sipping from lifes cup
It usually ends in tragedy,
Images from my minds debris
It doesn't mean that I'm brokenhearted,
I'm just living in a land thats uncharted
I'm a man of a thousand words,
Like a wrangler I herd
But sheep and goats are not my cattle,
It's the broken down that I saddle
I give them something to drown themselves in,
My words are like some kind of sin
I give you pleasure and I give you pain,
I wont live forever, I might not find fame
If I touch one person with my words,
I've done my job and I can go with the birds
I can go and meet my maker,
Give my body to the undertaker
Six foot down, but my soul will rise,
You have to die, to find the prize
Golden gates and I will see his face,
The golden city, I will embrace
A better life, after I'm dead and gone,
The people on earth will sing their songs
But no crying needs to be done for me,
I'll be in heaven, I'll be set free
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CrazyCowboy557
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2005-09-13 23:06:05] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: My Words
(User Rating: 1 ) by remote on
Wednesday, 14th September 2005 @ 08:50:05 AM AEST (User
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It started off very well, and just lost its way when it turned religious. You could have ended it at ...birds. |
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