Its just about two things in reality. The single man of discontinuity and his love for his little brother. In the midst of the horror, the little brother painted his eyes black// Black as night, and hidden from sight, he keeps me in his arms, despite the thorns that harm...
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
King Minus The Sage
When we grew up
We never thought our friends would die
When we grew up
We never knew what was to lose everything
And if I was I a hero
One of those I loved as a child
We could take on the wild
And those bad bad country boys
My mother would hold us
And father would know us
As we grew up to be the strong and gentle kind
We'd get real jobs
And then we breathe
The kind of air
That Independence brings
Then we'd wed our lovers
to be eternally together
We'd move into the outfeild
Where seniors play
Then we could move into the outfeild
Where our heroes play!
Yeah you do don't you
You always remember those days
When Johnny had steady fists to raise
Against the demons and monsters
That had haunted our fathers
When all we could think of
Was to hide under our sheets
Like cowerdly sheep
My mother would hold us
And father would know us
As we grew up to be the strong and gentle kind
We'd move into the outfeild
Where seniors play
Then we could move into the outfeild
Where our heroes play!
We were always led by example
But only as children
I have to be the leader today
Cause there's a mess where stuck in
Left for the children
To become a king without a sage
Is to be a leader today
When we grew up
We never thought our friends would die
When we grew up
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